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"These experiences simply do not do it for me any more," I complained to my husband after my usual four-mile stretch. For many months, I have not felt the excitement that I did once. Even worse, my weight started to creep with anxiety and insomnia.
"Maybe you should start back on the bike," said Gordon.
"But I wanted to run," I said. "That's my business, how your triathlon."
"Then sign up for the half marathon," he suggested, "you push your mileage."
"Ugh." I rejected many years ago for the contest when I realized he was sucking the joy of running. Nevertheless, I felt a nasty cock in my resistance to trying new activities. There was a time, when I stumbled on something. hiking through the Austrian Alps, Canoeing in the remote Canadian wilderness Where fearless woman is gone?
A few days later came Gordon home with a smile on his face and said: "I have just the thing to get you out of your rut training in Spain received four days of vacation" Excited, I went on the site tour company, running and hiking Costa Brava, and frozen. Every day is 11 to 15 miles of the race, with hundreds of feet of ascent and steep descents. I have not even done more . 8 miles an hour I could not feel the knee any form in my eyes, and the reasons: too complicated, too scary "Subscribe to us," I blurted before I talk me..
I trained for 12 weeks, pushed my course with every outing. By the time we arrived in Girona, Spain, and we met a group of five avid runner, most of whom are younger than me, at least ten years, my legs were much stronger and had the least soft flesh around my waist. But my mind was troubled Overdrive: What if my group draws slow? What if I bother? What should I do if I do not do?
The first morning we went on a narrow path that we traveled through the forest of cork oaks. Within minutes, Gordon, and I fell back, and he did not his fault. Frustrated disaster in the direction of the slow, old and useless, I tripped over a tree root and fell heavily, the bloody meat scratching my left elbow and knee.
Wiped his injuries, I felt tears of frustration and Association of uncertainty. After returning home, I have a life around things that I had created well built: the writing, the education of our children from our community. For the first time in a long time, I got out of my comfort zone. My ego felt raw and exposed, as my oozing elbow.
I came across, though, and we got in front of us to the spectacular promontory, a gem of a clear sea. "Can you believe we're here?" I asked a woman hugging me crazy fit. I can not. Relief flooded through me. Nobody cares if I slow down! Look where I am!
For too long, I carefully avoided activities that put my skills in question, from the class of hip-hop, the participation of the speaker. I thought my day was a fitness rut. In fact, it was my state of mind is stuck.
Over the next three days, we studied Nordic miles; I walked at a leisurely pace in the rear panel. Running has never been easy, but he never felt impossible, either, and it makes me proud.
Standing on the 2200-meter high mountain in the last day, I looked up the mile stretch us. I am a strong, confident feel almost unbeatable. I pulled out my cell phone to take a picture and see the text booksellers at home, read the invitation to the test at the event. Oratory my biggest fear, period. Usually not, I would say, could not be as fast as my fingers. Instead I said, "Sure, I'm happy to do it." And I mean.
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