I've had an idea in my head for about two or three weeks and it won't go away. Maybe it's because I wasn't supposed to exercise per the chiro, but the idea has lodged in my brain. I want to run a 5k.
The idea is crazy to me. I remember in high school being told that we should be able to run a mile in under 13 minutes and I couldn't. Not even close. I failed phys. ed. that semester because of that. Not that I really cared. But if I couldn't run one mile at 17, how do I think I could run 3.11 miles as a 32 year old?
Except that I just decided to try. I got on that treadmill this morning and I ran one whole mile! The adrenaline that I felt at being able to do it... was amazing to me! I tend to tell myself that I can't do things. I'm too fat, too old, too short, out of shape, not smart enough, etc, etc, etc. I'm rarely ever very high on myself. But, I think I can do this.
After I finished that mile, I was out of breath but so happy. I ran upstairs and literally pounced on Mark, who was still in bed. I told him what I did and what I planned on doing. He sounded so proud of me. It reminded me of how excited I would get when I would tell him how I aced a test or got that amazing solo in Choir when I was a Senior in high school. That proud, happy smile he would give me because I was his girl.
So, I'm going to do this. I'm going to do it for Mark and Annabelle. So that they will see that I can finish something when I really put my mind to it. But really, I'm doing it for me