The sun finally came out this weekend and temperatures were in the sixties! It was glorious and now it actually feels like spring is around the corner. On the downside, little baby ran a fever most of the weekend.
We did go on walks both Saturday and Sunday because I figured the sunshine, warm air, cool breeze, and blue skies could only make him feel better. It has been so long since we’ve been able to take walks! I’m excited for warmer weather on a daily basis! I’m also excited for William to feel better because, like any momma, I hate seeing him sick. He’s been a trooper despite his low-grade fever and few bouts of vomiting.
Friday night was trivia night for the school where I teach, and my co-workers and I always have a blast. (We didn’t come anywhere close to winning, but it was still fun! And did you know that it takes about 350 squirts when milking a cow to fill a gallon?)
Afterwards, we went on stage to take jumping pictures because, anyone who knows me, knows that I love jumping pictures! It was a hilarious site and jumping pictures turned into all sorts of silly behavior including me busting out dancer’s pose:
Because why not?
Turns out I was really just stretching in preparation for my Sunday plans. The sun was shining and I was finally, finally going to tackle my one and only fitness goal for 2015: running. I was nervous and excited all at once. After all, it’s been over three years since I last ran. That’s a long time.
I laced up my sneakers. Turned on my Garmin. Left the music at home since I wanted to focus on the run. My plan? Run two miles. Two measly miles. But I wanted to do it without stopping. And if I’m being honest, I wanted to hold a ten-minute pace. When I used to run, a ten-minute pace was slow for me. Not to say I was super crazy fast or anything. At my best, I ran half marathons and averaged eight-minute miles. Shorter distances I could go a little faster. I digress.
Yesterday was a new day. A new beginning. I tried not to let my expectations overtake my mind. My end goal was just to finish, hopefully without walking.
The first quarter-mile of my run is a steep uphill. It was tough and my lungs were burning. I’d run this route a million times. I needed to make it to the stop sign at the top of my street. That was a mile away. After the turnaround, it’s always much easier since I can coast downhill. I tried not to look at my Garmin too often. The first time I did and saw 11-something was slightly discouraging, but I reminded myself this was just the beginning. My legs would find their stride. My muscles would find their memory.
Fast forward two miles later:
I FINISHED! I was huffing and puffing more than I care to admit, but I DID IT. I ran those two measly miles without walking. Not at my eight minute, or even ten minute pace, but I finished. I went out there, started, and got it done. New beginnings are always the scariest and the hardest, for running and for life. But you know what? In the end, it was ok. Everything’s going to be ok.
I can’t wait to continue this journey in the new chapter of my life.
Maybe running is more like life than we once thought. (Kind of like trees.) Lesson learned? Don’t give up. Don’t ever give up.
Have you ever taken an extended break from something? What was it? How was it getting back into it?