Three pretty amazing things happened yesterday, so this is going to be a LONG post:
1) I got a birthday donation from my
best friend in the world. A big one. He has been one of my biggest supporters on this endeavor, and I can't thank him enough for that. Little does he
know the role that he played in getting me started...
We were at his beach house in CT after we were graduated from High School. He and another friend decided to wake up early, be active, and go to the gym. I decided to sit around and be lazy. I picked up a book that he had left laying around, and read it cover to cover. It was
The Body Sculpting Bible for Men, and just as I feared, it is wicked embarrassing to type that. But I sat there, and I read it, and I decided it was time for a change.
Six years later, here I am, just getting started! I've still got the book sitting on my bookshelf for inspiration. Over the years he has worked hard, changed his body, and changed his life. Soon, I'll be able to say the same. And maybe, just maybe, when I make him run a half marathon with me, I'll be able to beat him! (Doubtful, considering he can run 5 miles in the time it takes me to run 3!)
2) I ran a 10k.
3) I RAN A 10K! I don't
believe it either. That's 6.2 miles, and I actually ran for 6.3! I got a great email from a slightly older and much wiser Aunt yesterday, that said among other helpful advice:
"You need to concentrate on the TIME you are running. Not how fast, not how far, but on how many minutes you are running."She was right, of course. I went for a run yesterday, and rather than setting a goal for myself, I decided to put the Nike+ on Basic Mode, and just ran. I was running slow enough that I was enjoying myself, not worrying about my time or my pace, I was relaxed and focused. I ran, ran some more, and then when I felt like stopping, I turned around and went back for another loop. Some of the time I was dragging my feet, concentrating only 10 feet in front of me, other times I was running just as strong as when I had started, feeling like I could go on forever.
It was an amazing feeling. The first time I checked my distance, I saw 6.05 miles, and was shocked, as I was hoping to have made it to 5. I ran down the street and finished right in front of my house, tired, but knowing that I could have pushed myself even further.
The power of suggestion is a powerful thing. I 'created' a 10k event yesterday, but in the back of my head I was terrified. I 'knew' that I wasn't ready for it, and could only hope that in a month, I would be. But running yesterday, I realized that I'm ready for more than I could ever imagine.
My body has changed. It still needs a lot of work, but it has changed. I feel like a runner now, I
am a runner now. It is now just a matter of getting my head in the game, and believing in myself.