I love to run. I particularly love to run when it takes me less than an hour.
And I love to run races, particularly half marathons.
But for some reason, I dread the “long run.” I do an absolutely amazing job of psyching myself out about it.
“I can’t go that far”.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“It takes too long.”
Yada, yada, yada.
But I choose to run these distances. No one is MAKING me. No one really cares if I manage 13 half marathons in 2013. In fact, I’m sure Beer Geek would be happy if I stopped spending money on races.
So, I remind myself it’s just one step at a time. And those steps add up to tenths. And those tenths add up to miles.
Next thing you know, you’ve run 8 miles on an absolutely gorgeous fall day.
Take that, brain, I CAN run that far. And I even enjoyed it.
Now to remember that next week when I head for double digits…