The Come Back…

It is really hard to press through the pain and come back to full speed after you have taken a break but thanks to my wonderful support system I am back. I had gotten to the point where I was not feeling well and other priorities in life kept me from running. Then when I tried to go back to full scale training I could barely run two miles. At that point I got depressed and felt like I did not have what it takes to press on. However I focused my energy and got out there and ran.

And boy let me tell you when I say ran I mean ran. I started back slowly and ran two miles on Monday. It was not great but I had to answer nature when it called (more like screamed) and cut my four mile run short. No worries at least I got out there. On Wednesday I was all ready to run until I stepped outside in the 40 mile per hour winds. Not the ideal conditions, so I ran on the treadmill. This is my least favor way to train but I was not going to hide behind an excuse not to run. And then on Thursday I had a friend of mine join me to keep me motivated so I was able to finish all four miles outside. So back up to 10 miles a week I was on my way.

Saturday was the big day a 12 mile run. So I made a plan of how I was going to run. Not to mention that my team that I run with was going to run on Sunday and I had a conflict so there I was all by myself just me and God. I started out horrible. That first mile felt like the very first mile I had ever run but I kept going. I got into a rhythm all the way until nature called again at about mile 3.5. A small detour and I was off again. I surprised myself this time. I was rolling strong all the way up to about mile 9.5. At that point I started to get tired and needed to dig deep.

When I hit mile 10 that was my wall, it seemed as if I had nothing left to give. I had to really call on the Lord to get me through. I starting setting small goals like if I can just make it to the stop sign or if I can just make it to the end of the street. I kept doing that until I rounded the corner for home. Then all of a sudden I got a second wind when I could see the finish. I got this determination look on my face and just pushed and fought my way through. All I could think about was all those who I am running for and I hit my 12 mile goal.

Always remember no matter how impossible the overall goal seems if you break it down into small goals and remember you are never running your race alone you can achieve anything!

Yvette

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