So yesterday, I mosey up to the gym; amazed that it was not packed with New Year resoluters hot to trot.
I jumped on the treadmill and decided to see how long I could run. Feeling optimistic, I started off at an easy jog. I usually walk a few minutes and then run a few minutes increasing my pace each time I run. This time, instead of walking, I kept running as I increased and slowed my pace.
Honestly, I ran faster to cover more acreage more quickly. (Like you can cover acreage on a treadmill...) Before I knew it a mile had flown by and once I got to 2 miles I sorely (pun intended) wanted to call it a day. But I figured if I could get to 2 miles, what was one more?
Well, whaddaya know?!
I ran 3 miles and no one was surprised--except me.
See, I'm not a runner. I've always hated running and said if you saw me running, look to see who's chasing me. My husband ran regularly when we first got married and encouraged me to run with him. I didn't think I could run and would always beg off.
After waking up one day and finding middle-age breathing down my neck, I decided to see if I could out run it. So I got a personal trainer who helps keep me accountable and helps motivate me. I also have a friend who began running and she really has been my inspiration in her consistency and determination. We hardly ever run together, but I follow her updates like a lovesick fan. If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't be considering running as seriously as I do now.
Which leads me to consider...we all influence/inspire each other. Whether we are aware of it or not.
Who are you? The inspiring or the inspired?