Today I was having a little bit of a pity party. Early this week I had finally hit my "pre-pregnancy weight" I was so excited. I even posted it as my status on facebook. Well today, for no real reason at all my weight was up 2 lbs. ZAP. I felt like a failure. I was feeling defeated. Thankfully I was already dressed for the gym, my training plan called for 4 miles today and I was determined to get them done one way or another!
I had in my mind that I would definitely need to walk since I have taken short walk breaks during all my 3 mile runs this week.
The weather has not changed here at all this week, so once again I bundled up and headed out to the Y (Macomb Family YMCA). As I prepared to begin my run I realized I had left my water bottle in the van. I was NOT going to go outside in the negative temps just to retrieve it. But as any runner can tell you, it does not take much to set you up for a bad run. The negative thoughts started before I even pressed "Ok". The thoughts went something like this..."You have been working hard all week and you were up 2lbs this morning...you don't have your water bottle, there is no way you are going to be able to do this without your water bottle...you could not even run 3 miles this week how are you going to run 4 today or better yet how are you going to complete a half marathon?" I plugged in my headphones to try and drown out the negative talk.
I found a comedy on tv and began to run. 5.5 mph. I have slowed my pace down to accommodate my nagging hip and to try and increase my distance without feeling so tired. I placed my towel over my time/distance and looked straight ahead. The minutes began passing. Soon I realized I had already run 1.5 and I was quickly approaching 2. I kept going. Before I knew it I had run 3 miles without stopping. By this point I really was thirsty. So I paused my machine, went to the drinking fountain grabbed a quick drink and hopped back on. I started right back up again. But then I heard them...those voices, the ones that always try and discourage me. "You need to walk..." I looked over and said to the person on the treadmill beside me, "ok I do not want to stop running, help me get through this last .6 of a mile" I put my headphones back in and ran. 4 miles. I did it. My first week of training officially under my belt. I completed every day on my training plan and I ended my week on a good note.
I had in my mind that I would definitely need to walk since I have taken short walk breaks during all my 3 mile runs this week.
The weather has not changed here at all this week, so once again I bundled up and headed out to the Y (Macomb Family YMCA). As I prepared to begin my run I realized I had left my water bottle in the van. I was NOT going to go outside in the negative temps just to retrieve it. But as any runner can tell you, it does not take much to set you up for a bad run. The negative thoughts started before I even pressed "Ok". The thoughts went something like this..."You have been working hard all week and you were up 2lbs this morning...you don't have your water bottle, there is no way you are going to be able to do this without your water bottle...you could not even run 3 miles this week how are you going to run 4 today or better yet how are you going to complete a half marathon?" I plugged in my headphones to try and drown out the negative talk.
I found a comedy on tv and began to run. 5.5 mph. I have slowed my pace down to accommodate my nagging hip and to try and increase my distance without feeling so tired. I placed my towel over my time/distance and looked straight ahead. The minutes began passing. Soon I realized I had already run 1.5 and I was quickly approaching 2. I kept going. Before I knew it I had run 3 miles without stopping. By this point I really was thirsty. So I paused my machine, went to the drinking fountain grabbed a quick drink and hopped back on. I started right back up again. But then I heard them...those voices, the ones that always try and discourage me. "You need to walk..." I looked over and said to the person on the treadmill beside me, "ok I do not want to stop running, help me get through this last .6 of a mile" I put my headphones back in and ran. 4 miles. I did it. My first week of training officially under my belt. I completed every day on my training plan and I ended my week on a good note.
I was feeling pretty good about myself at this point. As I was leaving a lady approached me and said, "you were my inspiration this morning." I was not quite sure she was talking to me. Then she said it again and added, "you were doing so great on the treadmill and just kept going." Wow. Simple words of encouragement. I need to take these words and replace the negative ones.
I CAN DO IT, YOU CAN TOO!
I CAN DO IT, YOU CAN TOO!