Sometimes, just lacing up is the hard part and once you’ve gotten that far, you just head out the door and go. Other times, each step seems to have it’s own hurdle:
- waking up
- dressing – lacing up – gathering your gear
- heading to the trailhead
- actually RUNning
On Saturday, I managed the first 4 steps just fine. I drove to the trailhead and hit an emotional wall. From out of nowhere, I was suddenly filled with doubt and a bad case of the I can’ts; I just sat in my car on the verge of tears. I laced up. I showed up. Weren’t those steps the hard ones?
I don’t know why I was surprised that doing the work would be the hardest part but I was. I couldn’t quit though. Even if I ended up walking the entire distance, I was determined to cover the distance. So… I began by walking. I walked the first mile of my 8 mile journey. Then, I slowely transitioned into my run pace. And although I did have to slow to a walk on a number of occasions, sometimes for an extended period of time, I did end up covering the 8+ miles.
Back at home, I fought with my Forerunner to transfer the supporting data to the web.