Time flies. I blink and I can’t believe that it has been a year since I picked up running as a habit. It’s not unusual that I get asked how I started starting and I give the same answer that I give when I first blogged about running: the book, The Power of Habit (…and emotions).
The Austin Marathon & Half Marathon is in about 17 days and now I feel like running has become a chore. I wake up every other day when I’m not doing stretches/squats/recovering with the mindset that I have to run X miles (in Y min/mi). Each time increasing my distance a little bit, so I don’t end up totally left behind as my brother blazes ahead.
For training and interest purposes, I started using Strava, an app that generally is used by cyclists but runners as well. It tracks your pace, your distance, your route, etc. Last night, I looked up when I first started running (or when I first started recording). By sheer coincidence, the first day I recorded my running was the same day I last ran a year later. Look below:
And, excuse my profanity (it gets me through running)- HOLY SHIT.
Here are my *initial* thoughts:
- Wow self, you ran slow.
- Wow self, you ran barely 3 miles.
Here are the thoughts I should have reminded myself:
- Wow self, what a difference a year makes.
- You never thought you would run, ever.
- But now you’re running a half marathon in 2-ish weeks.
- And you’ve got a pretty good pace.
- But it’s totally not about the pace, you’re aiming to finish.
- Keep going.
- Don’t hurt yourself.
What are the chances that I run the same day in the span of a year (actuaries or statisticians?). It’s difficult to remind myself that I’ve come a long way. And I think that has extended to everything I do. I constantly have to…need to remind myself that I started at Point A, everyone starts at Point A and with time, practice, and trying- I’m/we are going to get to Point B.
Treasure the journey and don’t forget the middle part. It’s easy to forget.