This past weekend I completed my best distance in running. 7 miles. To some that is not a lot, but to me , its incredible. Im the one who runs short distances, quick, easy, done. Not long runs, slow, never ending. This changed on Saturday. I am training for a Half Marathon (shocker) in December (If i can keep up) so it was on the schedule. The distance frightened me but I had it dead set in my head that I would finish it even if i was crying at the end.
I finished. Entirely. Without Walking. And there were tears. Tears if joy. Tears of accomplishment. Tears saying to myself, "See you CAN do this" And I cried like a baby, it was fantastic.
This morning, the plan was to run 4 miles. Easy, I can now do that in my sleep. (I never thought Id say that) Wow what a few days make. 4 days ago I ran 7 miles with nothing but a smile on my face. Today, more tears came. At mile 2, I got cramps. At 2.5, I broke down. At 2.5. How will I ever finish over 13 if I break down at 2.5? I fought threw it, it wasnt pretty, but I finished.
For whatever reason, today was hard. I had tears almost the entire thing and all I could think about was how long it was going to be and how mad I was that my headphones wouldnt stay in place. 4 miles in about 40 minutes is nothing to be ashamed of but I felt as though I let myself down. So Im making the decision not to let that happen again. Im on a mission to run the Half in December even if it kills me.
So Ill run again.
With or without tears.
And I will finish.