I’ve mentioned the little determined mouse before, and how he’s helped me to focus on goals – reminding me to never give up.
I had reason to think of him again today after (finally!!) getting out the door and actually running 5km.
I got the cheese!
Well, only a teeny-tiny crumbly bit really, but enough to remind me of how good it tastes. And that if I wanted more, I’d better put my
red helmet ruby slippers on and get to it!
But let’s back up a bit…
After smashing the April diddly-squat goal, I tried to think of a new challenge. Maybe one that actually involved, you know…exercise and stuff.
So the next step was to check out a few of my favourite blogs. Within minutes I was feeling all inspired and keen (you guys!), and realising that I already had a goal:
Or, more specifically: running 10km on 16 June (eep!).
Which is not that far away (double-eep!).
So going to bed that night I laid out my running gear, put the Garmin on the charger, and set the alarm. I was pumped.
That night I dreamt of running. 9km in 8-ish hours (apparently my dream-self knows her stuff. Don’t want to set any speed records now, do we?). It felt great and I didn’t even break a sweat.
The alarm went off the next morning and something happened. I turned it off, rolled over…and slept.
Awesome. Day one, and already off to a stellar start.
The next few days went pretty much the same way, but with the addition of:
- buying new gear (gloves, proper running socks and a headband thingy to keep my ears warm on these freezing mornings)
- talking to ‘fellow’ runners
- reading more blogs
- oiling the treadmill (as a backup)
- telling more friends about it and sharing this blog with some of them (the old accountability trick!)
So basically, just doing lots of
As every good
procrastinator planner knows – this all takes time. You have to do it thoroughly – it just makes good sense.
In the end though, what it came down to was a big dose of JFDI.
To Just Friggin’ Do It.
So I did.
I know it’s not a huge achievement, but it is a step in the right direction. My last run was way back in March, where I joined 1600+ others in the Women’s 5km. If you look closely you might just spot me here somewhere:
Today’s 5km was much slower. There were some moments where I might as well have been walking (yep, I was that slow) but luckily for me, other joggers appeared along the way. Every time another runner appeared, I straightened my posture, picked up the pace, and made an effort to pretend I had been running that way the whole time.
Also luckily for me: they were super-fast, meaning that I didn’t need to keep the pretence up for too long
and could go back to breathless staggering.
In the end though, speed didn’t really matter. After around two months of next-to-no exercise, I did the whole thing without stopping, and I did it on my own without any other butts to sniff.
So are things back on track? I
There’s still a long way to go, but the
whole block of cheese 10km is starting to look more within reach than it did last week.
But just in case…