I did it. I did it. I DID IT!!
I feel like shouting off a rooftop. I feel like telling every single person I pass. After a week of life happening, not getting to the classes a wanted to, not making it to hill night (gee darn right?) after not putting myself first again, I DID IT.
I woke up in a tropical paradise today, before sunrise, got my sneakers and running gear, set my app for 8 sets of 4:1 and started out. I have to admit I had low expectations and hopes. After all I haven’t run since my 3:1 last Sunday and they were tough.
I took the sets one at a time, all the encouraging thoughts from the mentors, coaches and fellow ambassadors running through my head. You can do anything for one minute, your race your pace, they all swirled in my head. I ran up and down the paths through the resort doing a large figure eight (you never want to get so far from the start that you end up having to walk extra right? Lol). People getting up for breakfast smiled and cheered me on. Thumbs up and welcome “you got this” fuelling me.
And I did it. I ran all 8 sets. And for the very first time I can remember I wasn’t stealing glances at my phone praying for the timer to be just about done the 4 minutes. I ran and before I knew it the set was done. I walked my minute, and I wasn’t gasping for breaths like a man crawling though the desert in search of water.
Sometimes it’s easy to let one misses run, training session, life get in the way but don’t let that stand in the way of moving forward. Keep going. You got this. The only way to fail is to give up and pack it in. I’ve decided this time there is no packing it in for me. This is the new me. I am not giving up on myself. So while I may miss a run, may not get to that Zumba class I wanted to, I will keep going and I will fight for a stronger, healthier, happier me.