Sometimes we surprise ourselves...

You never truly know just what you're capable until you just shut up and do it.

This whole weekend I've been putting off a run. I slept in on Saturday and then again today. I laid on the couch watching the day pass away along with my motivation to get out there. The daylight was fading. Even though I'd been dressed for this run since noon. I wasn't moving. Finally at just before 4, I made a decision. I had to run. I couldn't waste this day. I couldn't start out my week without a run. Every week that I miss that opportunity, its suddenly Thursday and I have yet to make it out there. But the last 3 weeks, I've gone out for that weekend run and it has made all the difference. This starts week #4 of working out 3x or more and I feel better than I have in a while. I'm also tracking my calories religiously hoping to get back on track.

I set out with the low expectations of a 3 mile run. I powered up the hills near my house and hit 5K in a record 31:03! After that I could have stopped and just gone home but the little voice in the back of my head said, "You should see if you can PR in a 10K" so I trudged on powerfully. As I approached 5 miles, I almost stopped. Daylight was waning quickly but deep down, I needed to hit 10K. I needed to prove to myself that I could still do that distance. And... that I could do it quickly. So that's what I did. I made little loops around the neighborhood and crossed my invisible finish line of 10K at 1h 3min!

For reference, my first 10 ever was 1:9:58 and I'd struggled to even get close to that time since.

So I sit on my couch now, writing. I'm exhilarated at what I just did and encouraged.....