I hope to post here reflections and recordings of my ongoing efforts to be a fit middle-aged woman. I had another fitness blog, but it got linked to yet another blog I had where I didn't want to use my picture or full name. On this new blog, I would like to post race pictures, have a profile picture, etc.
Two weeks from today, at about this time in the morning, I will have just completed my first half-marathon. I feel compelled to say "But I will Be Slow." As if that matters!
Yesterday I went on an organized run with a local running club. I went against my better judgement... I had a feeling it would be discouraging - I know I am Slow. It was not only discouraging, I felt humiliated and defeated.
After the run, we congregated to eat bagels, drink coffee and gatorade, and chat. I listened to the other runners. "how far did you run today?" "ONLY ten." "ONLY twelve." "ONLY five." etc. For every accomplishment there was a disqualification. And I am clear that I also participate in this insanity. I hear myself loud and clear - I am going to run a half-marathon in two weeks - BUT I AM SLOW. I expect to average around 12 minute miles.
I need to somehow get my psyche to revel in the 12 minute mile. I need to feel gloriously healthy as I embark on this journey - this inner journey.
Thank you to anyone who has read this, and your comments are always appreciated.