there is that oft quoted lao tzu expression that says, ‘the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step’. i’ve started running. i have committed my heart and soul to this dream.
with every footfall, i imagine the sand, the sun, the challenge, the heat shimmers (many of those things are not all that hard to imagine actually as dar-es-salaam in the summertime is ruddy hot, i run on sand roads and the short runs i’ve started out with here are challenging to me). but, seriously, the mds is in my mind’s eye.
everytime i think of being tired or wimping out of a session, i think about how tired i am going to feel during that race and ask myself how i’ll expect to get over that if i can’t simply pull my butt off the couch. not only does this get me moving, but it seems to make the session fly by.
today’s pace: 7:00/km—> slower than i want to be in the long-run (haha), but i was aiming for completion on a distance i’d never run for. i am quite happy that i was able to keep pace and smile the whole time.
