Yesterday I ran my second training run, sore from a punishing yoga class on Monday (and probably still sore from Training Run #1 on Sunday) and MY GOD it was hard. Today my knees are not happy with me.
My "Couch to 5K" training program warns that some of the workouts may seem easy and that I may be tempted to run longer. My husband found this to be true. At the end of the first run on Sunday, he said it seemed too easy and proclaimed that he'd barely broken a sweat. Meanwhile, I was practically doubled over, panting, my legs burning from the effort.
Oh hello, exercise! It's ... interesting to see you again. It's been a while.
Yesterday I ran by myself, and I have to admit: By the end of that session, I was pretty much convinced there is no way in hell I am going to be able to run the whole 5K next month. But before a couple of minutes had passed, I'd mentally slapped myself on the hand.
No one, including Doubtful Dot in my head, is allowed to tell me that I can't do something. This is practically my new life mantra.
Just because I've never written a novel doesn't mean it ain't gonna happen. And just because I'm overweight and out of shape doesn't mean I'm not going to run three miles on April 17.
I've said it before - 2010 is a big year. I feel a lot of change happening in myself and the people around me. I don't know why -- maybe it's mass hysteria -- but many people seem to have decided 2010 is the year to Dream Big, even though it's Really Big and seems impossible. We've realized it's not impossible. We've just been telling ourselves that so we didn't have to take huge risks and feel scared.
My resolve is renewed today. Yoga Bob gets to punish me tonight and then it's on to Training Run #3 tomorrow.