I like to run. I do. Running! Not the kind you do when something big is coming at you and you have to move or get barreled over. I actually enjoy it. Feel good about myself doing it. Love the feeling of achievement from it. I NEVER thought I’d ever feel that way about running. Crazy!
My BFF came to town on Friday. Made plans to meet up for pizza with friends. Did I go? No… Instead I ran! Seriously? Now, Trev had swim practice too, so it wasn’t just for me, but I could have easily skipped it. I didn’t want to. I wanted/needed to run! I’m so glad I did too. Because I was short on time, I decided to get in what I could on the treadmill. I ran an entire 5K. I know I’ve run one before, but this time I knew it wasn’t a fluke, wasn’t just the adrenaline from the race. I actually ran a whole 5K. And I could have kept running, but time didn’t allow me to. My head gets in my way so often, I wonder how long it kept me from believing I could. It was a breakthrough for me. It’s nice to get out of my own way like that. I know I can do the 10K and might even be able to run the whole thing. I know the 1/2 marathon is something I can do…not easily, but I believe I can.
I’m not saying I’m doing well at that in all areas of my life- getting out of my way. I need to do better at this in several areas. It’s been a tough couple of weeks emotionally. Hormones messed with me big time but in addition to that I felt like my biggest cheerleader let me down. I didn’t realize how much I needed the support from him, how much I depended on it. I would like to be strong enough to do this all on my own, to have better self-esteem, but I guess I’m not there…yet. I have had a really bad attitude with this lately. Shed too many tears over it. But truth is truth, and being completely honest here, I really need to know he is one of my biggest supporters, that he sees my achievements and cares how I do, that he encourages me to do even better and helps me believe in myself. I need him pushing me at the end, when I’m all out of breath telling me I can do it, I can finish the race. I guess it says a lot for how much I love him and how supportive he’s been in the past. One time he doesn’t and I fall apart. I’m a lucky woman. I need to get my head around that too. See, I need to get out of my way!
Water! I can do better. I slipped this weekend. I drank way too much DC, not enough H2O. I did decently during the week, though. Gotta watch my weekends.
Bed! I got myself to bed close to midnight almost every night (except the weekend) I am still working on this.
Workouts! I did really well here. It seems to be a good plan for me
I am so very close to being in the 160’s. This is my week.
I’m adding one more thing this week. I want to write down one positive thing about myself every day. I need to focus on that. Hopefully this helps.