My BRF (best running friend) has convinced me to run a 10k. It's 8 weeks from today.
She surprised me, back in December, by helping me run 2 miles non-stop. I thought I was months and months away from that. I'd been running intervals on my own and had been struggling - pushing myself too hard - and wearing myself out very quickly. I was lucky if my workout total was two miles. Earlier this month, I was convinced that the 10k was within my reach.
Today, we ran 4.14 miles after a roughly 1 mile walk to warm up. And
honestly, today wasn't a great run. It was at a time of day I don't
normally run, I didn't fuel properly, the air was drier than it's been
in several days - blah, bah, blah. For a host of reasons, it wasn't a
great run. But we got out there, and we did it! And for me, that feeling of accomplishment - that I got out there, whether it was a great run or not - is the reason I keep going.
Training for the 10k - the official, we're-using-runner-terms-to-describe-our-workouts kind of training - starts on Monday. I'm so excited, even though I'm still aching from running today (I told you, it wasn't my best). I think that's when you know you have found something you love!
10k, here I come!