A change of pace

On Wednesday I took a good, long walk with my daughter after taking Trey to school. This morning I ran an easy mile around my neighborhood. Tomorrow is my first race and I'm starting to get the "butterflies"!

I wrote about my horrible run earlier this week. On Tuesday morning I received the best call from Amanda. I was already emotional from the night before and from the "discussion" I had with my husband that same morning. So as I headed to church to teach my life group (eyes red and puffy from tears), my cell phone rang. It was Amanda. As I answered the phone, she said, "I need to talk to you about your training." In the 10 minutes it took me to drive to church, I was crying again but was incredibly relieved. From the heart of a true friend she told me she thought I was pushing too hard. That my body wasn't ready to do what I wanted it to do. I knew she was right! For some reason it didn't sound like failure coming from her mouth although I had said the same thing to myself and to my husband the day before. So, needless to say, I am changing my pace of training and my view of success and failure. I can only do what my body and mind can do. The distance will come. The pace will come. The speed will come. The endurance will come. Right now I want to enjoy this journey that I am on. Believe me...it is a journey! If you would have said a month and a half ago that I would be running 9 to 10 miles a week I would have laughed in your face! :)

This is my personal journey. I can't compare myself to anyone else.

Enjoying the journey,

Kelly