Slow and steady wins the race...

This recovery from the marathon has been slow going. I mean sloooowwwwww goinggggggg. And while I was grateful to have started running again after 4 months of stops and starts and injury. (Or 130 days but who's counting??) I was in desperate need of some kind of a victory.

Tonight I finally got one.

I recently made it back to a 5K distance but with 4/ 2 minute walk breaks. I hated needing to walk... I always have. As much as my head knew it would be a tough climb to get back to where I was, my heart didn't quite get it. In hindsight I ran faster than I probably should have last time, and while it felt good, I knew I needed to slow it down or I would risk re-injury.

So I changed up my strategy tonight. I traded in my speed and I slowed it down. I have always struggled with that but tonight a familiar whisper popped in my head out of no where as if to say, Go slow. No slower. 





Remembering that wisdom put me right where I needed to be. And I ran the whole 5K slowly and with zero walk breaks.

I so totally needed that victory. It gave me back a shred of my confidence. It relieved the stress I've been carrying. And it gave me hope.

And most importantly, it made the bold decision I had made last month that much more meaningful.

What decision you ask?

I registered for the Wineglass Marathon in October!!!!

Yip. I registered for it depressed and injured and without any clue how I would get there other than trusting the little voice that said, Be brave. Just do it.

I'm still not really sure I how I will get there considering where I am now. But I'm a distance girl plain and simple. Slow and steady. One step at a time. If you can run 3, you can run 4. If you can run 4, you can run 5........

I'm reminded of the wise words of Dr Martin Luther King, Jr.

"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase"

Maybe there's a lesson in all this after all. Here goes round 2 :)