I did my run yesterday! It wasn't the 10 or 11 miles I was shooting for but it was seven, and seven is much better than none.
During a conversation with my sister later I told her I had "only run seven miles" and that I was frustrated about not being able to run further and faster. She reminded me that I have come a long way and I have increased my distances and times. Of course, she's right.
Back in October I ran my first 10k race (6.2 miles) and finished with a time of 1 hour and 9 minutes. I ran that race as hard as I could at the time and felt it the rest of the day.
Yesterday I casually ran 7 miles in 1 hour and 14 minutes.
So the progress is there, it's just very slow progress. But what do I expect at the age of 49 and having never really been a runner before in my life? I expect huge results, that's what I expect!
The conversation was somewhat of a reality check for me and made me realize I need to quit expecting my body to respond like it may have 20 years ago and just be happy with the fact I CAN RUN. And I do run even on days when it would be easier for me to sit on the couch.
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