I have never been the "athlete". I won't get in to the details of that story now cause it's been posted HERE so go get caught up and meet me back here....
Okay, that was January and it's almost April...
So now that I've been actively working out I wanted a challenge.
I'm running a 10K May 12th.
That's in 2 weeks.
I could throw up thinking about it.
What did I get myself into?
It's one thing doing it on my own but I needed someone to keep me accountable.
So I asked my younger cousin Madison; she's a cheerleader and about to start her Freshman year of high school. She is used to running daily so I thought she'd be great at support.
I told my dad and brother about it hiking one morning and before I knew it-- they were committing to running it too.
All I thought was: "Now I really can't bail!!!" :(
Weeks later of training.... running into trash cans training, I'm noticing change.
Change in my legs.
Change in my lungs.
Change in my lifestyle.
Running is becoming my outlet. A healthy outlet. One I look forward to taking part in and feeling a sense of loss without doing it.
That's something I never thought would be me.
Running?? You would've been crazy to suggest that!!
A few weeks back life decided to throw me in a funk-- one I'm still fighting a battle with. I was barely running and when I did, it was maybe, maaaaybe 2 miles before I'd give up. I've been dealing with migraines also, which does NOT help while running! And I was slowly losing my outlet, losing the sense of accomplishment. This past Monday, this happened:
I'm back. :)
As May 12TH nears, I find myself having good days and bad.
I notice anxiety when I think about failing.
What if I don't finish?
What if I can't run the whole way?
What if my dad beats me?!
That will be so embarrassing!
But I'm learning to accept that complications can happen, curve balls are thrown. But I've also learned I can mentally do this. I WILL do this.
You just have to believe.