A day in the life. Well today has been nothing short of fantastic. I completed my second forty-minute run this morning, ending precisely at 8:00am. Mind you, I used to be a girl who was still lying in bed around 11am and would shortly have a nap again around 2pm. Where'd she go?
Heck if I care!
I now start my days around 5:30. Or 6:00. But it is my covenant that on my training days I will be out the door and running for at least thirty minutes by 7:37am. It was 7:07 but as the seasons change so will the time. I was running 30 minutes which is a severe increase in my performance capacity only about a month ago. Had you asked me to run, I would not have been able to run even a minute. I was obsessed with the time.
And I was obsessed with the pain I was in.
Something came over me recently and upon the consistent, intentional hintings of my friends who were training for marathons and the Olympics and who firmly believed I (however you can underline, underscore, italicize and make bold the 'i' in this sentence, please do so in your mind) that I could run. A runner I had never been. I had had double pneumonia as a child and suffered asthma or at least that's what they told me. It wasn't asthma. I can tell you another day why I refused to show anyone that I could run earlier in life. Those two trips around Sahai's doctor's office were excruciating. But then again, I wanted them to be.
Alas, I knew I wasn't a runner. But I am now. Because I decided to be. Just like that.
So anyway, my thank you today goes to the 11:58 moment on my request during my run this morning. Well, well, well...you were a minute early. And also a thank you for the great playlist.
Keep looking up.
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