So, the running thing has been moving along (heh, see what I did there?). I’ve started getting out about 3 times a week, only about 10 miles, but it’s more than I had been doing and I’m kinda proud of myself.
I’m so far from where I was, but I’m doing my best to keep that out of my head, because frankly, it messes with me a little. Makes me think, why try, I’ll never get back to how fast I used to be.
But that’s not fair to myself. It’s one of those voices that I need to quiet — it has got to give me a break. The point of running isn’t to be as fast as I used to be 2 years ago, it’s to be a better person than I was yesterday. If I can say that I’m putting the effort in, then that’s the point. If I can say it’s growing me as a person and runner, then that’s the point. If I can say that I want to run again tomorrow, then that’s the point.
And it wasn’t like I was Flash Gordon in my previous running life, so the idea of getting back to that kind of speed isn’t out of the question. And it’s something to work towards — it might take me years to accomplish it, but I gotta tell you, the thought of reaching that goal keeps me at it.
So that’s where I’m at, just so you know. I’m looking forward to seeing what I can do in my future life and stop worrying about what I did in my former life.