08.25.07
And it begins…
Well, this morning I woke up to my freshly vacuumed house and a known day of gym treadmill running. The first thing I did was check my email after hygienic things and dressing, and the first one I read was Joan’s email about season training beginning this week. Now, how it’s possible that I thought or tricked myself into thinking that things start on Wednesday I don’t know, so imagine my surprise finding out in her email that in reality my training will start tomorrow!
With the way things have been going (small victories) the idea of starting a hill workout tomorrow had/has me shaking in my boots and basically scared s***less.
(I feel a group of photos better captures my previous state of mind.)
A rapid succession of thoughts pulsed through my brain (not really the first thing one wants to have going on on Saturday morning): Am I physically ready to do this? Can I do this? What pain will this entail? I don’t think I can do it - but I have to. On the treadmill? What type of incline would that be? I don’t want to do that - but maybe it’s best - is it best? or should I go outside? Oh, now I won’t be able to run with Jay’s group.
A whole new reality set in.
Eventually, I made it out the front door into the oppressive heat to begin my day and treadmill run. “One step at a time - literally.” My run was not awesome, but probably the best one yet. I actually got a smooth 5 minutes at like 8.2/8.3 pace! yay! (Maybe, I’ve hit my toddler stage.) However, after my run this morning I now feel a bit more confident and ready for tomorrow’s challenge. But, it still doesn’t mean I’m not slightly shaking in my flats - I’m just planning (hoping) that there is no crying and screaming from my end of the pack (as Trish warned does occur.)
Sunday being a new beginning and day of worship, praise, and “rest” - it’s the perfect way to begin the season 
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