Tomorrow, I will run 6.2 miles, a 10-kilometer run.
I’ve run further than than before, but have only raced that length twice.
Right now, the guilt over being away from my family for more than an hour is very real. As is the fact that my “runner” husband has the belief that if you can’t run that far in a certain length of time, you’re not a real runner.
Back when I started running again in 2012, my goal was to break an hour in the 10k. Now my goal is to finish and still be upright so I can go to a group workout afterward.
A workout right after a workout? I wouldn’t have been able to do that in the early years.
I wasn’t able to tell how or why my body felt the way it did after certain exercises. Now I can.
I do have a serious case of FOMO — Fear Of Missing Out — when I see others do all these great, fast things.
There are people who have their life mapped out at 16. Some have it figured out in their 20s and 30s.
I’m 44, and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I don’t know what kind of athlete I am. I’m just an athlete. I run, lift heavy things, love yoga and hiking and kayaking …
I want to experience as many things as possible before I die. And I want to be healthy enough to do that for as long as possible.
I also want to taste some really good fried shrimp and eat a mini-tub of ice cream if I want.
They say comparison is the thief of joy. I would like to include fear in that.
Doing something you really want to do may be the scariest thing you ever do. Don’t waste the moment in comparing yourself to others.
Like the flowers on a vine, some bloom early while others take a while. Some people will take to something quickly, while others take a while. They all bloom when they’re ready.
Just do it… now.