Armed with an iPod full of GirlTalk (thanks everyone for the playlist suggestions, keep them coming!), and motivation on my hand I hit the treadmill. I went to the NATO gym (also known as 2 Shoes, because you have to bring a second non-dusty poo pond remant-y pair). I saw a trainer I know, JD. I haven't seen him in a while so I told him about my marathon plans and he gave me some great tips on training. According to him I need to add in some speed interval training, or at least I think that's what he said, I was a little enamored by his gorgeous Irish accent.
My goal was 6 miles, the furthest yet. I ran 10K, 6.2 miles instead, (mostly because the treadmill is set to kilometers in the gym and my poor math skills only get me so far) in a time of 63 minutes, not outstanding, but awesome for me! I felt like I hit my perfect stride midway through and that I could run for miles. I even cranked up the pace for the last kilometer.
The craziest part of it all was an Air Force pilot who was on the treadmill next to me came up to me when I was stretching afterward and said, "You are my inspiration. I wanted to run 6 miles, but I just couldn't do it, but I saw you just running along like it was no big deal, and I thought I can do this too. Well I didn't make 6 miles, but you got me further than I would have."
Wow. 24 hours ago I didn't want to run an inch, then somehow I found the inspiration through the sacrifices of our troops. Now, unintentionally, I passed it on to a troop. I love the way sometimes life just surprises you. :)
My goal was 6 miles, the furthest yet. I ran 10K, 6.2 miles instead, (mostly because the treadmill is set to kilometers in the gym and my poor math skills only get me so far) in a time of 63 minutes, not outstanding, but awesome for me! I felt like I hit my perfect stride midway through and that I could run for miles. I even cranked up the pace for the last kilometer.
The craziest part of it all was an Air Force pilot who was on the treadmill next to me came up to me when I was stretching afterward and said, "You are my inspiration. I wanted to run 6 miles, but I just couldn't do it, but I saw you just running along like it was no big deal, and I thought I can do this too. Well I didn't make 6 miles, but you got me further than I would have."
Wow. 24 hours ago I didn't want to run an inch, then somehow I found the inspiration through the sacrifices of our troops. Now, unintentionally, I passed it on to a troop. I love the way sometimes life just surprises you. :)
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