Good Morning!!!! Or..actually good night for most of you 🙂
So I went ahead and posted the CRAZY insane (not really) blog post about my training for the 1/2 marathon. I snuck in a mini-strength workout yesterday during my classes. It’s here if you wanna read about it.
As I mentioned in my 1/2 program post, I am one to rebel. In fact, yesterday, I was having a convo with one of my classmates and said ‘ah, I’ll do my strength tonight’.
It’s that mentality that has been part of who I have been for the longest time. “I’ll do it later/tomorrow/next week”. I didn’t start a 1/2 marathon training program to ‘overcome’ this mentality. I think that this mentality if much like eating. I like the ‘freedom/release’ from being able to do what I want…namely sit on my ass.
This release for me..is about the anxiety of ‘not being able to do it perfectly’…which boils down to having faith in myself.
I was at church this weekend and this was read:
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1
I don’t know what hit me more, the fact that I don’t have faith in my abilities -or- that I can have faith in my abilities. In the larger context of life, faith is something that we often neglect in who we are. As Miz so often says..or at least she does in my head…don’t dig up in doubt, what you’ve planted in faith.
This training program is do-able. I know it is.
But I want it.
I want to run across that finish line knowing that I did the best that I could to prepare.
That I am doing this for ME.
No one else.
Not to be thin.
Not to appease the blogging world.
All of these things would have motivated me before.
I am running this race, because it’s about me.
And…I really want a big margarita, in Vegas, with all the peeps, celebrating our accomplishment.
Do you find the faith in yourself?
How do you bring it back to blooming if you start digging it up?