I did it.
Today, I accomplished something that I didn't know I could.
I had a mishmash of running intervals.
A couple of weeks ago, Liz told me that she was going to find new ways to challenge me. When I saw what was on my plan for today. I thought, "Ok. I can do that."
Then, I realized it was multiple sets of those intervals.
There was a time I would be nervous about a workout like this. I was nervous because I knew I couldn't do it. I suffered more disappointments that successes. For awhile, I went through a dark time with the sport.
Now, I'm still nervous. I still procrastinate before stepping out the door. Once I step out that door, there's no turning back.
I get nervous. I'm afraid. I'm afraid because I know I will do it. I will excel. Every week, I blow away my pace goals, but it hurts like hell doing it.
Why do I do it? My goals are worth fighting for. They are WORTH going through the pain and discomfort.
Not giving it my all in training means.....giving up on my goals.....well, that hurts more than anything.
For all those times when I felt weak......my strong showed up today.
