Begins with one third of one mile. At least it did for me.
I haven’t even come close to running 1,000 miles yet but when I started training to run a 5k and (good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise) a 10k in March, 3.1 miles might as well have been 1,000 because I couldn’t come close to running either one.
It wouldn’t have mattered if you put a dozen Krispy Kreme blueberry cake doughnuts a mile away and told me I could eat them all with no guilt or weight gain if I just ran there- I could not do it. And folks, I love those doughnuts.
But I eventually did do it. Unfortunately, there weren’t any doughnuts waiting for me at the end of that mile. But I ran a mile. I found a bra that essentially is a boobie girdle, strapped down the milk filled, size 38H concussion causers, and I ran.
I started with one third of one mile in November and I added that same distance every week. And on January 29 I ran a 5k race!
I did it!
And it. Felt. Great.
I have wanted to do this ever since I was in the third grade and ran a 2 mile fun run with my teacher. But I have never been good at running. I’m still not good at it, if by “good” you mean “fast” or even “not really really r e a l l y s l o o o w w w w.” I bet if the race gave out an award for the person with the slowest time that ran the entire distance and didn’t walk at all- I would have won that prize. And I would have been proud as punch to have it.
Why now? I’ve wanted to do this for 25 years. Why start now?
Well, I think a lot about what I want my Chunks to learn from me about life. You know, big picture type lessons. One of the most important things I want them know is that there are no limits on their lives. They can do anything. ANYTHING.
I’ve thought long and hard about how to teach them this. How can I make them truly, way down deep into their cores, understand that there is no limit to what they can accomplish? The only answer I can come up with is to show them. I need to start living my life and believing in my personal possibilities. And that’s what I’m trying to do.
This is it. Life. No do-overs.
I want my Chunks to do what makes them happy, do what makes them better. And I hope they can see that in me.
|You can tell I’m proud of myself by the fact that I would put this awful picture on the Internet.|
|To the finish line and beyond! Somebody has watched Toy Story one too many times.|
|They were really excited by the entire event! What? You can’t tell?|