Proud of Myself

Excuse me while I give myself a very public pat on the back ... but today, I think I earned it.

There was a time in my life where I was running 3-6 miles a day. A time when Jessica Belnap forced me to run something like 11 miles from our house to Utah Lake and back. A time when I would think about things other than "how much longer do I have to run." Those days are gone - and though I've missed them - I've put off getting back to them.

I had to do x or y.
I wanted to read a and b.
I had to call f and g ... months passed and miles didn't.

Today, full of fear that I wouldn't even make it to the park, I set out on a jog - setting small, manageable goals for myself along the way.

1. Just make it to the Park
2. Give a shot around the meer to the Conservatory Gardens
3. Ok ok ... you're in a groove, let's see if you can hoof it to Jackie O resevoir
4. Around Jackie O to the west side?
5. Just keep going to THE hill, and if you make it, you can walk...
6. If she can run the hill, you can .... try to make it up the hill
7. Well since you earned it, enjoy the run down to hill
8. You haven't collapsed yet, run until you don't think you can anymore

And before I knew it I was home.

Now for runners this is no feat. A couple of miles under my feet is nothing to write home about - or blog about really - but my body is rejoicing in the fresh air and accomplishment. It's grateful for the challenge and looking forward to tomorrow.