I set goals, and I fail to meet them. I set more goals, and I fail to meet them ... and sometimes I set goals and manage to meet them. Today, unfortunately, was the first day since the beginning of June that I failed to meet my running goal. Monday is my day for long runs, and I was supposed to do 10 miles. I had to stop at 7.5. Totally unexpected. Boo.
On top of that, my love for running is being offset by the number of band-aids it is beginning to require.
But, on the bright side, I haven't quit yet, and since the beginning of the summer I've lost 16 pounds. It's kind of hard for other people to tell, because it's come off so gradually, and evenly distributed. Nonetheless, it is gone, and there's no reason to think that I can't keep it up.
Also, another distance runner approached me at the gym today, and we talked for a while about running events. He was very encouraging. It was nice to talk about it with someone who knows what it's like.
Wow! So how far are you going to go before your rule of adding a mile every week expires? 26?
ReplyDeleteYou've lost even more weight than me, hurray! Unfortunately, I can't credit my own perseverance for mine, just my medication--and that has changed. ;(