This Sunday, on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I will run my first race, the Iron Girl, with no plans to make racing a “thing” or expectations to enjoy the experience. I signed up for the sake of trying everything at least once. I’m not a seasoned long-distance runner, neither do I relish in athletic competition, but I am going to push my comfort zone, and I am determined to cross the finish line.
The race is 10k, or 6.2 miles, not a half marathon but certainly a greater distance than I have run before. Although I exercise regularly, I only started training this past Sunday, a week before the race. This morning, after returning from a 4.16 mile run, James asked how it went.
I said, “fine, but it hurt. And I wasn’t any faster than I was two days ago.” (Thanks to Runkeeper for tracking my speed and encouraging me to stay focused and run faster.)
“You’re not trying to win the thing, you’re just trying to survive.”
Sage advice for not just the race, but for life. Suddenly, the Iron Girl became a lot friendlier.
What have you done lately to get out of your comfort zone?