The apple festival this weekend was so much fun! Delicious fritters (we devoured them right at the booth and debated buying more) and dainty cupcakes made the day fun and delicious!
I also ended up not eating quite as much as I thought I would, even though at the end of the day we were quite stuffed.
This week we’re back to clean eating. I plan to make soy chorizo tacos and homemade flour tortillas. Fall weather always makes me crave Mexican food for some reason. Not sure if it’s the spices or the cheese that warms my blood!
iChallenge Week 39 Topic: Inspiration & My Running
I am not a “runner”.
You know, the type that breathe, blog, preach running. The type that get out there in any type of weather and who have all the right gear for a successful run. The type that signup for marathons just because they don’t happen to have anything else to do and a full marathon sounded like fun.
(BTW, if you’re one of those people, I’m so jealous and I want your Garmin.)
Sure, I run. I run every Wednesday or Thursday, depending on the weather, and I even have a little key specially made for my running.
I started running about two years ago. Prior to that first day, I abhorred running. I avoided it at all cost. In fact, I was even proud of the fact that I had stopped running a soon as my High School gave the girls “study periods” for PE in my junior and senior year.
How I loved skipping PE.
The first day I set foot to pavement was a defining moment – it signaled a new me. I was officially
crazy dedicated to making my life a healthier one.
Course, the most I could do was a few steps before my lungs felt like they were going to seize up while my heart pumped itself out of my chest.
Oh, how I hated running.
But it still felt good, in some odd, masochistic way.
Running put me through a more intense exercise than what any of my DVD routines could even dream of achieving.
I only ran occasionally that year, and it wasn’t until this year that I finally showed progress in both endurance and distance.
Last week’s run: 3.5 miles.
(Is this mic working?)
Sure, it’s no marathon and it took me a good 40 minutes to complete, but it’s the farthest I have ever run in a single stretch in my LIFE.
This man? Now he can run. Patrick Makau of Kenya broke the world marathon record at the Berlin Marathon by running 42K (26 miles) in 2:03:38.
My 3.5 miles look pathetic next to that sort of distance running, but I’m not aiming for the Olympics (good thing, too, or else I’d have to stop with the hot cocoas and cookies).
What am I aiming for? Endurance and Consistency. Staying with my one-day-a-week run and doing my best.
Getting the most out of my morning jaunts and pushing myself to go farther – even if it’s just a few more feet.
I love what Makau said after his race:
“Today maybe a new generation is starting in marathon,” Makau said. “My body was not good in the morning but I had no problems in the race, I did everything well.”
Even though he started off the morning feeling off, he still ran. He still gave it his all and he didn’t let anything get in his way.
I may never become a marathon runner, but he has definitely inspired me to keep running.
Even if it’s only one foot in front of the other, I’m doing it for ME and that’s what matters.