the sky is blue and it's a comfortable 68 degrees. surfers dot the ocean, all along the boardwalk, waiting for that perfect wave. Â parents with children. Â sports fans on their way to the local pub. Â runners. Â walkers. the boardwalk is moving. Â people parked at their favorite breakfast beachÂ restaurant. Â others stopped to view the spectacle, a pod of dolphins just off the shore. Â an absolutely beautiful morning. i set out at 9 AM, determined to have a good run. Â i had an inkling it might be tough because it was just me and my ipod. Â no pacific beach babes to cheer me on. Â to encourage me to keep going when the going gets tough(er). Â i found a rock star parking spot and began walking. Â about three minutes in, the run began. Â i felt good. Â really good. Â i kept thinking,Â
my feet are light. Â i am strong. Â i am healthy. Â i am doing it. Â 10 minutes in, i check my pace: pace 9 minute 30 seconds, my nike ipod tells me. Â
wow. Â really? Â i am doing it. Â i just have to keep going.
i pass an obese man walking and want to cheer him on. Â i want to tell him what a great job he's doing. Â i didn't but i should have. Â maybe next time i'll have the courage to do so. Â a female runner passes me. Â
it's okay. Â someday i, too, will be that fast. Â
then i hit 30 minutes / over three miles. Â i see PB pier. Â but it seems so far in the distance. Â it's a mile away. it's my target. Â and my legs that once felt like the legs of a gazelle have now become moreÂ elephant-like. Â i briefly think about stopping...but i can't. Â my goal is four miles, not three. Â i can do this. Â and i keep going. a man smiles as i pass by and i think he's cheering me on. Â he's not but shoot, i might as well think he is. anything to keep me motivated at this point. Â i hit my nike ipod and i only have .25 miles to go. Â i'm now at a 9 minute 39 second pace. Â
maybe i should walk the last quarter mile. Â no...keep going. Â you're so close. Â you can do this. Â you can finish it all. Â you can run four miles. Â
i'm by myself. Â no one to encourage me but myself...and i do. Â i think. Â i talk (to myself). Â i keep myself going. Â and i end feeling so great. Â so proud of myself. Â that i really did it. Â two months ago, i was completely out of shape. Â today, i ran four miles. Â i share this because if there's anyone out there, who's been like me, wanting to get back in shape but always too busy, able to always find the perfect excuse, etc.-- you can do it. and you will never feel better.
two years ago, i told steve that i wanted to get back into running. Â the kids were painting and while outside with the family, i painted 'I CAN DO IT!' on the cement. Â i never did it though..until now. Â that day, two years ago, i went out and ran 1 1/2 miles and hurt my knee. Â i didn't run again after that, until a little over a month ago. Â
the other day, i took a polaroid of what i wrote two years ago--and not only can i do it, i am doing it.Â