I have been training for a 1/2 Marathon since early spring. I remember the first couple of runs were filled with self-recriminations about being out of shape and struggling through even a full mile of running. I recall beginning at the 1/2 mile marker and not being able to run all the way to the 1 mile marker around Shelley Lake without stopping to walk, breathing heavy and holding the stitch in my side. But systematically, one run at a time, one 1/2 mile and later, a mile at a time, my distance has slowly improved. I couldn’t have accomplished it with out my running partner, Sherry, because inevitably as one us would falter, ready to quit a run short and give up, the other would step up and cheer us to finish the run. Last weekend, I ran 11 miles by myself, my furthest run yet, with only my own voice to cheer me on. The first 3 miles were still as ragged and exhausting as any of the early season runs. But as the run progressed in the lovely crisp fall weather, I began to feel the exhilaration of accomplishment of something that had seemed so far off 6 months ago. Each step in those final miles on Sunday highlighted how just beginning something is the surest method to accomplishing a goal. Wish me luck on November 8th!
Start at the Beginning….