Well, "it's the day before the Tri y'all." You know what that means.....
Only ONE more day 'til I put it all on the line. One more day until I swim in a nasty smelling, fish filled Tempe Town Lake. One more day until I wear an aquatard and a swim cap in front of HUNDREDS of people. One more day before I mount a bike and ride the streets of Tempe and then walk a path around the lake in HIDEOUSLY hot Arizona weather. One more day until I fulfill a fitness goal once thought insurmountable.
Another aspect of that power of one.......
On Thursday I ran for an entire MILE without stopping. Did you get that? ONE MILE, me running, not stopping. It was a miracle, it was awesome! I might have done a little booty shaking, jump for joy dance right at the finish line, I'm just saying. There was a time when walking for a mile seemed utterly impossible. Shoot, there WAS a time when walking from my car to the door seemed undoable. I have NEVER in my entire 35 years of walking life run a mile. In Junior High when it was the mile day in gym, I would walk pretty much the whole thing and BARELY make it in time. There were times in my life when I was walking or exercising but still, the thought of running was just ridiculous. When we began this training process I would walk a mile on the treadmill and it took forever. I made occassional stabs at running, in short spurts. Somehow, over time my ability improved. One day I was running in longer jaunts. Then one day, there it was.....a WHOLE mile run, by me! I now know that I CAN do it, and that with one mile down, another one is in my future.
Dear fellow track goers,
It seems to me that if my big white american booty is able to lap you not once, but sometimes twice, then perhaps you might not be pushing yourself hard enough. I realize that you have your daily schedule, and you're feeling good about coming down to the track and walking your mile. BUT, if you're wondering WHY you're not losing weight, the answer may be in the fat girl walking circles around you. I'm just saying.
I'm not gonna lie, for the first time in this whole process I am really nervous. Truly nervous about the fact that I could fall off the bike, or maybe the swim will be more difficult than I thought, or what if I get dehydrated, etc. What if I don't have all my stuff packed, what if, what if. It all feels a little overwhelming right now, so I try not to think about it too much. I just take a deep breath and then watch some Top Model or something.
But here is what I know....I am capable, I am powerful, and I will do it. I'm excited for one day to pass and another to come. Because I know that there is power in the number one...one day at a time, I get stronger. One mile at a time I improve.
One is a powerful number.
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