This morning at the gym our workout of the day was simple –run 400 meters as fast as you can.
I prefer to run three miles at a nice steady pace then sprint any day. I’m not built for speed. Heck, I’m not even really that interested in being fast. I know my strengths. I’m more of a slow, steady, endurance person. I don’t mind long workouts. I don’t even mind “heavy” workouts. What I absolutely hate is fast workouts.
Probably because… I’m not fast!
I am, however, not afraid to work on my weaknesses. So I lined up with everyone this morning ready to give 100%.
When Coach yelled, “Go!” everyone took off, and I already felt like the snail of the group. I just kept thinking to myself…
It’s only 400m… it’s only 400m… just get it over with!
Once I hit the turn around point, I was ecstatic! Halfway there. All I had to do is go back to where I started.
All of a sudden, however, I realized I was starting to pass all those people who blew me away at the start. What a great reminder this was to focus on me and my abilities. Comparison kills. I know this yet it’s hard not to let the strengths of others affect your confidence.
I crossed the finish line and Coach yells out 1:38! Cool, I thought, not really knowing what in the word a good time would even better. All I did know was I did the best I could.
I crossed the finish line, and Coach yells out 1:38!
Cool, I thought, not knowing what in the world a good time would even be. All I did know was that the hell of the sprint was over and I did the best I could.
Then I went to log my time in the system.
What is this?!? My best time last year was 1:44? Wha?? That’s awesome!
I was totally gifted a Surprise PR (personal record).
I can’t lie. I felt fantastic after that. Not that I shouldn’t have felt fantastic before it, but there’s just something about seeing my progress. It is addictive! I felt it when I first started running, when I first started lifting weights, and now it has snowballed into all areas of my fitness, and I’m extremely curious about how much more I can improve.
Last week I was out with a friend. She asked when I thought it would be enough. When will I want to stop getting stronger, trying to hit higher numbers, run faster, etc., etc., etc?
My answer was something along the lines of, I don’t know but not any time soon. I’m more interested in seeing how long I can continue to get stronger, faster and more fit. I mean, it would have been awesome if I had this mentality in my teens and 20s but discovering it later in life is its own kind of intriguing. What can an average middle age woman accomplish athletically after discovering a passion for fitness later in life?
I don’t know, but I’m going to find out!