Today I was talking to my husband on the telephone. It wasn’t anything earth shattering or important. Just what was he doing, what did we have to do tonight, what was for dinner. And I said, “I am going to do two miles tonight but it shouldn’t take me very long.”
Because it won’t. I can do two miles in something like 26 minutes. I’ll spend a few more minutes than that warming up and cooling down, but I can now run a 13 minute mile. For ME that is phonemonal.
According to MapMyRun, (let me know if you use MMR and we can be friends) I ran almost 63 miles last month; 62.72 miles to be exact and I spent 16.08 hours exercising. Me! Moi!
Yesterday was my “long” run of the week. I did five miles, FIVE MILES, in a little over an hour. Outside people! In the heat and the sun and with the bugs.
A year ago I could not imagine saying that much less doing it.
Some days, I despair that I’ll be able to do this. I get discouraged. Those bad tapes begin running through my head; “you are old,” “you are fat,” “you are slow.” I wonder if I really will be able to run a half marathon by February and a marathon by December.
But today, I’m looking at what I can do, not what I can’t do.
And I’m going to do two miles tonight and it isn’t going to take me very long.