The other night, I decided to do something I hadn’t done in a few months — go running. My treadmill at home is in need of repair (finally found a repair person but, that’s another story) so, I joined a cheap gym to use their equipment. On the way there, I couldn’t help but wonder how it was going to turn out.
First, I tried to psych myself up to run four miles. So, I did a short warm-up walk and then started my run. I had it…no problem…until about a half-mile. Then, I started feeling it. Then, I started thinking, “Three miles is a good run, right?” By the time I hit three-quarters of a mile, I was saying to myself “Okay, you’re just getting back to this so, two miles is great!”
After running a mile, I slowed it down to a walk.
But, after a minute or so, something happened. First, I told myself that I didn’t drive all the way to the gym just to quit on myself. Secondly, I realized that I was getting my wind back and, lastly, I had some good music playing and, of course, I couldn’t let it it go to waste. I focused on the music and was able to knock out another mile.
I slowed it down to a walk again and thought, “You know what? I am on to something, here!” I took a couple of minutes to catch my breath and, one more time, ran another mile. To finish off my workout, I caught my breath, increased my run speed by 1/2 mph and ran another half-mile. If you’re keeping score, I ran a total of 3.5 miles.
It wasn’t sexy and I was dog-tired but, I did it. Furthermore, I’m going for another run tonight. In time, I’ll be back to stringing these runs together and not having to take so many breaks. But, the point is, I didn’t give in and, in doing so, realized that it wasn’t as bad as I had fooled myself it thinking.
There’s something that I think we all know but need to be reminded of, at times: any victory (or defeat) first begins in the mind.