It was the Tuesday Night at the Track workout last night, and there I was. Still not fast. But there...in the heat (it was about 100 degrees yesterday). But, as I stepped back to take a look at things, I'm faster than I was when I started - I generally run about 100 yards per lap now, which I never used to do. And I was even thinking last night that I could maybe run more and walk a little less next time. So, that's progress. I'm kind of afraid to do a timed mile - what if I'm NOT much faster? What if it's bad? What then? But maybe by next week I'll get over it and start the ol' stopwatch. The first timed mile I did, way back in the cold winter, was about 20 minutes. I've done a mile in 16:30 in a race, so that's better. And maybe I'll find it better yet now. It's kind of like how I'm afraid to weigh myself. People tell me I look better, my clothes are mostly a size smaller now, but I still don't want to face the scale. Gonna have to get over that one too!
So...I keep showing up. I keep working. Things get better. Not as fast as I might like, but they do get better.
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