This past Saturday I woke up and got ready for a run, I had to go 3 miles according my training plan and I figured I’d do what I have been doing- run for 1 mile and walk for 2 minutes, then run for another mile, and so on. I had just recently conquered the feat of running an entire mile without stopping and was super proud of myself for it.
I sat on my living room floor and stretched like I had never stretched before. Just a week ago I had hurt my groin muscle somethin’ fierce. I wasn’t sure if I’d done it doing a yoga move the wrong way or if it was on the day that I ran my first 5 miles EVER!! My run coach Ashley told me that if I wasn’t stretching before and after I ran that I wasn’t doing it right. So if stretching was what I needed to do to make sure I didn’t pull another groin muscle, I was about to be the stretching Queen.
I set out for my run, one foot in front of the other, and things were going well… I was in “my zone.” I was lost in my thoughts and before I knew it, I had already run one mile. I did a self-check and realized that I felt pretty good, so I figured I would keep running until I got tired, then I would walk.
But that tired never came.
1 mile, then 2, and at that point I was chanting to myself over and over (in my head) “I feel strong. I feel strong.” I ran my entire 3.1 mile run and did not stop one time. I know that people hit the pavement and run 13.1 and even 26.2 miles non-stop and I think that is fabulous. I’m not sure if that is something that I aspire to do. Really, when I go out there I want to finish injury free- that is all. So to be able to run all 3 miles without stopping for the first time in my entire year of running?!
Mental high five.
I can’t even describe the feeling of accomplishment that comes from that.
My body didn’t fail me. My lungs didn’t fail me. I kept my pace steady and I ran.
And on that day, I felt strong.