One Mile At A Time

Something inside of me has changed ever since I received a tentative release date. It is like a light bulb turned on. I feel like I used to feel back when I was working out heavily with my trainer and lost a lot of weight. I think hearing my tentative date made things real for me. Now I know I am going home. I feel lighter, happier, and less stressed. I have decided to spend my remaining time here completing the goals that I set for myself before I left.

This morning, while I was working out, I thought about something my old trainer told me. He said, "you aren't working out, you are training. There is a difference." I have readopted this mantra. I am not "working out" I am training for the next part of my journey. This mindset shift has dictated how I have moved all day. 

I work out a lot as it is. However, today I did something that I have not done in a long, long time. And when I say long time I am talking about close to ten years. I ran. I put my feet on the pavement and ran. Since injuring my knee years back, I never ran again because I was afraid. I did not trust my knee or my body. Today, however, during one of the classes, the instructor told us that we would be running two laps, which is 1/6 mile each lap. She gave us the option of walking instead of running and I started to take it. However, once my feet hit the track something inside of me told me I could run. And I did. At first, I told myself that I will at least run the first lap. Then I decided I would try to run the second lap, and I did it. I got out of my head and into my body, which told me I could trust it. 

This motivated me to set a goal for myself to run a mile before I leave. I can do it. I will do it! Through endurance, I will conquer. One mile at a time.