Sometimes we can be wrong about ourselves, and, sometimes, we realize we didn't know ourselves as well as we thought we did. By we I mean me, I didn't know myself as well as I thought I did. In fact, I think somewhere along the way I lost myself somehow. In my last post I talked about my impatience, and how I need to work on that. In some ways impatience is one of my poorest qualities, but, as it turns out, impatience can also help me out from time to time.
For most of my adult life I have been putting things off, mostly active things, until I loose weight. This has lasted for years, and the only thing that has changed is my weight, in the wrong direction. For some reason, training for the bike tour flipped a switch. For a month I have been challenging myself, and succeeding. I am proud of myself for that. However, for the past year I have been thinking about running. Inspired by her, and her, and my friend Meghan I have not been able to get this idea out of my head. I told myself I had to wait, I had to lose more weight, I had to be more fit, I had to be more. This weekend one word popped into my head. Why? Why did I have to wait, hadn't I been waiting long enough? Life has been passing me by while I wait, well, no longer.
This morning, I ran. Wait, let me rephrase that. I jogged. I went online and found a from couch to 5K training plan and I jogged for 1 minute and walked for 2, for a total of 20 minutes. It was hard, but not impossible. On wednesday I will do it again, and in two months I will run my own 5k. In two months, I will run longer and faster than I ever have before. As it turns out, someday, was today.