I decided to start running again after a LONG break. You can read my thoughts about running when I first began here. I began to think that I needed a goal. Something to work towards. So I looked up the races in my area and decided to run the 10 mile Turkey Trot in November. Now, to me, 10 miles might as well be a marathon but I know myself well enough to understand that if I can squeak through, I will. If I can jog a little and then complete a 2 mile race, I will only do it half- heartedly. So it had to be big. Something that I can't do only part way and get it done.
I am up to 4 and a half miles now. And I'm almost ready to croak every time I get past about 2 miles. But I'm running 3 to 4 times a week. Mostly out of fear. Fear of failing miserably. The benefits have already been great! I am losing a little weight, slowly but surely but the thing I love the most is that I feel strong. Remember that feeling when you were a kid trying to decide between being a policeman or a fashion designer or a mom or..... That time when you thought, no KNEW that you could be anything you wanted to be before the reality of talent, skill or education played into the decision? If I can run 10 miles, I think I might just be able to do anything I put my mind to and in some little way, that does my 5 year old heart good to think about!