The mind is a fickle thing. How is that one day you are are raring to go and the next you could care less?
I skipped my Tuesday run this week - I just couldn't for the life of me get out of bed. I ran 3 miles of hills yesterday, dragging my sorry rear up and down the inclines, including Hilda. Today I woke up at 5:30am without the alarm and after 30 minutes of trying to talk myself out of getting up, I finally rolled out of bed.
I sleepily put on my running skirt and shoes and headed out the door, with my playlist set to shuffle.
The second song made my heart and mind wake up.
Frank Sinatra and his famous New York New York.
|Verrazano Bridge, the start of the NYC Marathon|
I remembered why I have to run 4 miles today. I'm running the New York City Marathon in 115 days!
All of a sudden, I had a spring in my step and a smile on my face! I felt lighter and much happier. And most importantly, happier running.
I don't know why my mind does this to me. I know it happens to everyone, this lack of motivation. My goal seems far away - 115 days - but it's not that far away at all. That's the thing with marathon training - it takes time! I can't just wake up and run a marathon. It takes days and days of miles and miles. It's easy to lose track of the goal when you are weeks away from the race. But you need to keep building your endurance and strength.
Frank made me realize that this morning. That I'll have good days and bad, but as long as I keep hitting the pavement, my goal will be reached.
It really is all about putting one foot in front of the other.
On my pink miles!