I’ve been lacking motivation. I’ve been frustrated with my weight loss, or lack thereof. I’ve been tired. I’ve been putting off restarting training. I have some great news about my 2012 season, but it doesn’t mean much if I don’t start getting ready for it. It really won’t matter.
I’m ready to start working. I’m ready to finally get rid of the extra weight that’s been stopping me from being fast like my friends. I’m ready to stop making excuses for why I can’t do things; why it’s so easy for me to take the easy way instead of the right way. I’m ready to be the confident, fun, happy person I was the season before last, who pushed his boundaries, raced hard, but never took himself too seriously.
My last few weeks haven’t been without progress. The race in Raleigh was a fun challenge, and the 5k in Toledo was my 3rd time doing, and I beat my best previous by 1 second. A small difference, but on only 3 1/2 hours sleep I am very happy with how it went. I’m ready to acknowledge that every 1 second I take off a run is progress, regardless of how long it took to earn or how much suffering went into it.
Speaking of suffering, I’m ready to suffer. I probably shouldn’t put it where my new coach can read it, but I am ready. I can’t imagine how much suffering it will take to lose 100 pounds, but I’m ready to do it. I’m ready to sacrifice, in terms of time and yes, even food. Whatever it takes to get better, faster, and most importantly, lighter.
Because I’m finally ready (I just hope my coach is).