Life has gotten in the way of many things lately, blogging and running included. So after missing almost two full weeks of running, it was no surprise to me that I struggled a little on today’s semi-long run. Yes, a long run on a Monday. I told you things were a little crazy over here!
Or better yet, does impossible really even exist? I mean, sure, my 4 year old and I probably won’t ever take flight simply by standing in the living room flapping our arms as fast as we can (he’s pretty convinced lately that he’s *almost* there). But that didn’t stop the Wright brothers from building a plane. So again, I wonder, does the word “impossible” ever really stop us?
My sore knees hurt a lot less when I thought to myself “oh, your legs hurt? Run these 7 miles , and then run them 13 more times, and then you’ll see what hurt is. ” And then, when my brain tried to chime in with “pshh, that’s silly talk, no one runs for 100 miles” I quickly shut it up with, “oh yuh huh, yes they do! Tara does!” Forget Dean Karnazes, Tara is a real, tangible person (mom) I can wrap my mind around.
So I realize, that while an Ironman still seems so big and scary right now, it is not an insurmountable goal, if I take it one step at a time. And I realize that while I may not get to Boston this year (heck, even if I ran a marathon fast enough, could I have registered fast enough? Did you hear it sold out in 8 hours?), and I may not get to Boston the year after, or the year after that. But one day, I will. And for once, that’s good enough for me.