Last night at the gym, I did something I didn't realize I could do. I did an hour of cardio straight. I walked for 5 minutes, then ran for 3 - wash, rinse, repeat. I didn't think I'd be able to run for 3 minutes, but I did it! 7 times! *I will now wait for you to cheer, dance, and generally just shake your groove thing for me for a minute*
Thanks. You can stop cheering now.
I realized yesterday - with the help of wise words from Emily including "are you done feeling sorry for yourself now?" - that yesterday's blog post might have been a bit melodramatic. (Who am I kidding? I was going for a whining Academy Award, apparently.) I CAN DO THIS.
I've actually sort of prided myself on the fact that I'm being such a realist when it comes to this whole half marathon thing. I'm very aware that I won't be running the entire 13.1 miles. I get that. I'm not trying to tell myself I'm some super athlete that can go from not running (period) to being a half marathoner. But I AM an athlete. I've always been an athlete and I CAN eventually be one hell of a half marathoner. (Off topic...is 'marathoner' even a word? Get back to me on that one, will ya?)
My friend Stacye made me tear up a little bit this morning because it's like she always knows what to say. She put up the same picture I posted on yesterdays blog - this one and included this on my Facebook page: