These got me through the night tonight. They did - they were my pals, they were my hope for finishing and they were my heart and soul.
I went to running tonight with something that doesn't help - sorry, I went to running tonight WITHOUT something - energy. I'll admit I'm having a little PMS - so my body is revolting a bit, and I am feeling a little emotional.
We started the night with a great speech from a 'stand-in Mena' - oh Mena, how I miss you (although the sister did a great job). One of our topics was 'Adversity'. Mena sent a note to be read and talked about the adversity that she is going through right now with her son Jack. Then we watched a video on Rick and Dick Hoyt - the father/son team that has finished a triathlon. It was a very emotional video for me. I always am emotional when I see how people can accomplish these amazing feats. Then I am sitting there and thinking, how can I feel frustrated that I have to go for a run tonight, and am so tired - when Mena is going through the most difficult time of her life, this father/son team are doing a triathlon together and the dad is doing this for his son - and his son is his inspiration. I just felt so bad - I have a blessed life and I should be thankful that I am out and able to make the choice to run.
The run started out rough. Then got easier. We did hills, we did last 30 second sprints - and I sprinted! We encouraged one another, had a lot of fun and in the end enjoyed it. Enjoyed it immensely. I have figured out why the first couple of intervals are always the hardest for me. My body is not warmed up. I find that by the 3rd interval, that it is easier. My breathing starts to calm, I feel light on my feet and I am doing it. I need to remember this for each week. I am proud of myself for getting out there, for not skipping out like I SOOOO wanted to - and for accomplishing another week's goal. It was an exciting thought tonight to think that we ran for 42 minutes tonight - and a couple of weeks ago, 42 minutes was our work out time - including the walking and running. I have so much more to do, but it's getting easier.
One run at a time.
Dinner tonight was:
Pizza. Don't judge me. I just felt like not making dinner tonight - and didn't feel like having to come home and put something together. The pizza was good. It was a treat. Whatever.
My evening has ended with (except with the damn pizza) me wanting to feel the 'high' from my run - feel that when I take care of myself. Spread the health. I want the lifestyle of being active and having no obstacles. I'm pumped - I am embracing this feeling and plan on spreading the word.
Enough for now.