I ran five miles today, which means I officially reached the halfway point of training for the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler. Over the next six weeks I’ll add a mile to my long run. Next Friday I have six miles on the calendar. I laugh every time I see it, because really? Six miles? Me? No way.
But I thought that about five miles too, and today that’s what I ran.
Last week was kind of rough, fitness-wise. I upped my strength-training, hoping it would make running easier. I did dead lifts for the first time ever, and I could barely walk the next day, but I still went for a three-mile run. I also went climbing twice instead of just once, and I pushed hard both times. All in all, not the smartest plan for the week. It made the five miles more painful than it should have been.
Still, I got it done. And next week I’ll get the six miles done, too. Or I won’t, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get seven the next time.
I wrote the headline for this blog before I actually ran the five miles. I just figured I would have something to say about it. At mile four, I wasn’t having much fun, but I didn’t want to change that headline. Changing the headline would mean admitting that I failed at something I knew deep down I could do. So I kept running.
Maybe that’s the trick to it. After a certain point, I’m always going to want to stop running. I just have to want something else more.