I keep surprising myself.
Each week I surpass my achievements from the week before.
And I’m amazed.
Now losing over 120lbs is impressive but nothing has compared to the elation I feel since I’ve taken up running.
Lets put this into context.
At the start of the summer I made a commitment to take up running. Unfortunately in quick succession I managed to pull my hamstring then damage my Achilles.
But unlike the previous me. The fatter me, the quitter me, I stayed determined to get back into running once my afflictions healed.
Just over six weeks ago with ankle feeling better, but not fully recovered, I returned to the couch to 5K plan. Rapidly repetitions of sixty seconds running became repetitions of ninety, ninety became three minutes, three became five. I kept pushing on.
Every new distance felt harder and I considered repeating weeks but a friend advised keep going until you hit a distance you can’t complete.
Soon five became eight, eight became ten and suddenly I was expected to run for 20 minutes without stopping.
Of course I headed out thinking it was unfeasible. Such a jump when a few weeks before I was struggling to run for eight repetitions of sixty seconds.
But I completed it. Step followed step. Legs aches, lungs burned, ankles hurt…but I kept going.
I was elated and emotional.
Me, who just a few years ago weighed 25 stone, was now running for 20 minutes.
Since then I have run for 25 minutes.
Next week its 28.
Soon after it will be 30, then 35.
I know now I can make them all.
Two weeks a go I finally understood that anything is possible. For possibly the first time in my life I believed in me.
And you are too.
Now go out there and own it!