Well, I ran a full 5K today. I started it off with a wish and a prayer that I would be able to finish it running the whole way. For me, training from Couch to 5K was a real exercise on the power of the mind. Mine was not really geared toward being a runner. Each time I reached a milestone like running for 1.5 minutes at once, then 3, 8, 20 and then 30 just a few days before the race I was amazed by the power of the mind. I always wanted to quit and had to aggressively wrestle with my thoughts each time and tell myself that I could do it. Don't quit. Push through. I fought back equally aggressively with this is stupid, I'm not an athlete, what's the big deal if I stop. Today was no different. I hit the 2 mile mark and thought, You've got to be kidding me! Another mile! I knew I wasn't quitting today, but if it wasn't race day I may very well have stopped when it got tough. My daughter matched her pace somewhere on the track to match mine and my husband came by my side when I thought my legs wouldn't come off the earth again and reminded me that I was running up hill. Something clicked that it was going to get easier in a minute. If I was going uphill, a downhill moment was definitely in my future. This simple coaching moment from someone who had clarity and vision was just what I needed.
I'm amazed at how much easier it was to continue moving forward when someone was running at your pace, rooting for you, encouraging you, wanting you to reach your goal even though they could have run much faster and reached their personal best. I am surprised at what I accomplished today and it makes me wonder what other mental blocks I have that need to be kicked to the curb in 2016.
I never wanted to do a 5 K or run for that matter. My daughter thought that it would be a great mother-daughter thing to do, cross the finish line together. Woo hoo. I did not! I told her that I had no intentions of running the full race. I would support her dream and walk most of the event. After all, in the past , resistance was my middle name. It wasn't until a few days ago, when I ran a solid 30 minutes, that I thought that running the full race could be possible. In the end, I placed 111!
I am grateful I kept pushing myself one step at a time, and had support and gentle coaching from Blair and Kyla during the training, because Kyla was right, crossing the finish line together was a great, fun mother-daughter thing to do. Woo hoo!