Ok, let me start off by saying how absolutely amazing everyone in our group is! No matter what, everyone is out there running with smiles on their faces and it is awesome!
I set a bar when I started, and hoped that I could meet it. I thought 5km would be my baseline, my comfort zone and if I could maintain that I was doing great. Then the other night, after a long stretch of work, feeling tired and frustrated, once my little girl had jumped all over me I knew I had to make up for my missed Sunday run. I ran, I hit the halfway mark [as per my interval timer] and I was just gassed. I just wanted to get through the rest of the run, whether I had to walk a little more I was just going to finish. I had my new shoes on, so my feet and legs felt better (SHOUT OUT Aerobics First for the sweet hookup!!) but they were still heavy. ‘Just finish’ I thought. Then out of nowhere I hear this voice go “You have reached 6.2 kilometers” and started spitting out stats in a lovely English accent. I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t done my time yet and I went over my “goal”. Needles to say that was a little confidence boost! All the weight, the doubt and the tired left me. I was going to push a little more I only had about 5 minutes left before my timer was going to go.
I couldn’t believe what I had done, and I wasn’t finished so I kept going until I heard the final triple tone of my timer. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Then my jam came on… I turned that sh*t up and gave’er. I ran as hard and fast as long as I could until that song was over. When I finally came to a stop my new friend ever so politely informed me “You have reached 8.23 kilometers, time 45 minutes and 9 seconds” right there in that moment I cried. I couldn’t believe I had just run 8km. I went home and showed my husband like I basically had just been announced The Fastest Women on Earth.
I guess what I’m trying to get at here after my not so humble brag is that we can all stay in our comfort zones and never do anything that pushes us. We can decide to walk because we are injured, tired or just hard a bad day. We can say we only need to run 5K, but we don’t. It might seem like things are getting easier and you are getting more comfortable, but what it really is, is you’re getting stronger.
We’ve got 3 weeks under our belts now. The runs are getting longer, the speed is picking up, there is a little more swearing on hill nights (maybe less for some), some are fighting and getting through their injuries not letting it slow them down and that is something we should be so insanely proud of. I know I am, so let’s set our bar a little higher. We got this.