“Lisa you have inspired me …”
A colleague texted me a couple of days ago (which reminds me, I need to send her this link) letting me know that she and her husband have registered for the Rock ‘n’ Roll San Antonio Half Marathon. I was talking to another colleague the day before who was thinking about entering the race but wasn’t too sure about the 6:30 am workouts. Really? 6:30? I told her it would be nice to sleep in to work out at 6:30! She thought I was kidding.
I’m mentally preparing myself to begin my own half-mary training on Monday and am not relishing the return to a 4:45am wake up calls!
Which is why I headed out the door this morning to test the foot out. Each step hurt as I hobbled down my street and out to the Parkway. I can’t count how many times before I hit my pre-determined turnaround point that I wanted to a) stop; b) sit down; c) cry; d) give up & go home.
But I didn’t do any of these. For this reason, and this reason alone, I’m really proud of myself.
Something propelled me forward. Step by step. I thought the entire trip was going to be painful, but it wasn’t.
I discovered that there wasn’t as much pain when I went uphill. I began looking forward to the uphills. I remembered I live at the top of a slight hill. I got really happy!
Until I remembered “what goes up must come down.” My foot really hurt on the downhills. I gimped down each hill relishing the prospect of the next uphill and home.
Home! I knew what was waiting for me … ice & elevation.
I’m enjoying both as I type this.
That and the company of a man who loves me and knows how important it was for me to head out this morning.
Despite the pain.