Sunday, April 7, 2013
Thirteen point freaking one.
Sure enough, even with compression socks on, stretching, and Ibuprofen, my calves were screaming at me by afternoon. I was rolling with it and then my mind got the better of me.
I live in a small town of 4000 (stay with me here, this story does have a point) and I live about a 15 minute drive down the interstate from the large town in our area (large being 19,000). This is where I go for nearly everything as our town only has one Main street and a small grocery store. I drive this trek daily, multiple times, for my petsitting and other errands, I'm pretty used to it. It's just how it is in a rural area.
So yesterday I was in the "big" town doing a petsit. (I swear this story has a point!) I needed gas, so I filled up and reset my odometer. I drove to my next petsit and then when I was finished I hopped on the interstate and started the drive home. Somewhere along the highway I looked down and noticed the odometer at 8 miles. Huh. My brain started working a bit and I watched the odometer climb EVER SO SLOWLY as I got closer to my home town. And closer...and closer...
Until I pulled into my driveway and watched it flip to 13.1 as I put it in neutral and pulled the brake (yep, I drive a stick...not important info, but then again, didn't necessarily help with my calf pain!)
What are the odds??? Regardless of the odds, my sore calves were screaming at me after just 4 miles and all I could think of is how very very very far that big town is and how I was going to have to run that distance. I was totally overwhelmed with 13.1 at that point.
Some days I'll run 4 miles and I think, "Oh, I can totally do this! Just 3 more of that. This will be ok!" but yesterday I felt the opposite. It really freaked me out to have this distance in my head from the big town to my driveway. It seems so much shorter when I look at the map of Epcot to MK and back! LOL
I know it's all about perspective. I'm lucky to have an amazing and supportive husband that not only talked me down last night from my frenzied blabbering about how I was going to possibly run this distance, but told me in no uncertain terms that I COULD do this and he had no doubt that I would.
I know I'll do it, I will! I think sometimes though, my head waffles back and forth, thinking I can do it and it's just going to happen overnight. I think this was just a bit of reality. This is going to take some time. I'm going to be sore, I'm going to have to push myself, I'm going to have to be dedicated. Oh but the reward for pushing yourself and reaching your goal! I cannot imagine what it's going to feel like to cross that finish line and realize that I could have run from my house to that gas station in the next town. Thirteen point freaking one is right!!