Something changed this week for me and my training. And the best way I can try to describe it, is from one of my favorite rom coms, The Wedding Planner. Love a good (or bad) Jennifer Lopez romantic comedy.
Side note: I think my life should be a rom com, so this analogy might be a bit of a stretch. Go with it. It has a happy ending.
About 2/3 of the way through The Wedding Planner there's a touching scene where JLo's Dad in the movie opens up to her that his marriage to her mother was an arranged marriage. He describes that she was actually in love with another man on their wedding day. For the first part of their marriage she only tolerated him, then began to appreciate him. Then how that appreciation turned into like. And eventually that like turned into love.
Welcome to my relationship with running. My arranged marriage with running began when I made a public announcement on the day of the 2016 Boston Marathon that I would run next (now this) year. Ok it's definitley different, I wasn't forced into it, but it wasn't my first choice. I had fallen in love with lifting. I loved squatting heavy, and holding my own in the weights section. My body was adapting quickly and the new challenge in my fitness routine was welcomed with open arms. Running wasn't on my agenda. Wasn't even really on the radar at all. But I made the announcement. I had verbally committed to the world I was running.
Over the past few weeks that obligation had turned into appreciation. Appreciation for what my body could handle. Appreciation for this amazing running community welcoming me and supporting me, knowing I was a newbie. Appreciation for the sport and how effing hard it is.
This week though, that appreciation became like. This past week was the first week I began to look forward to my runs. I eagerly was looking at my plan a few days ahead of time to see what was coming and how I was going to tackle it. I got excited to tune back into my podcasts and tune out the rest of the world. I got excited to see the mileage I was going to cover, and looked forward to the feeling I knew I would get afterwards.
I found myself smiling mid-runs. Probably looking a little like a crazy person. But this journey is becoming so much more than the 26.2 I thought I signed up for.
This week I spent a morning at Horizon's For Homeless Children in Roxbury. A morning touring their facilities and spending time with the kids. The beautiful, vibrant, smiling children, and amazing staff there to support them. This week it became so clear that this is about way more than myself, each mile I run I am literally running for them. Each mile began to mean more. My pain and discomfort eased up because it's about something bigger than I am. The pain they feel is greater than anything a mile or 26 could do to me. I'm fighting for them.
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This week a flip switched. My mindset switched. This week I began to truly like the process and love why I'm doing it. This week I'm finishing 27 miles and feeling so grateful, proud, and excited.
Week 6 Training:
Tuesday: 6 miles of hills and a Bags and Body class with Shane at EveryBodyFights
Wednesday: Off day
Thursday: 4 miles and an hour of boxing with G3 --> The new location opens next week!! Last few days if you want to get in at the lower rates. Email me for info!
Friday: 60min boxing with G3, 20min plyo legs circuit, 1 mile warm up
Saturday: 10 miles! Freaking cold! But felt so good :)
Sunday: Rest day. Veg day. Didn't leave the house day.