Four months ago today, I did something I'd never done in my whole life - I ran 1 mile outside without stopping. I can picture the moment I hit that mark, and I remember my eyes filling with tears and a huge smile crossing my face. I couldn't believe I had actually run a mile.
Today, exactly 4 months later - I again found myself with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face. But this time, it was at the end of FOUR miles. That's the longest I've ever run without stopping. In fact, I didn't even seriously entertain the idea of stopping. There was no moment, even in the last mile, where I had to talk myself into finishing.
Somehow, something inside me finally understands the difference between "hard work" and "too hard". It may have taken 30 years, but I finally found the athlete inside me. And I love her.