A bloggy friend of mine - MJ - posted a topic I've been mulling over for almost 3 weeks now. It's about being S-L-O-W! I started running back in 2007 and I've gotten a little faster over the years - up from a 15 m/m to 11 or 12 m/m. But I'm still not satisfied. I want to be that girl who makes running look effortless, not the penguin with a stride of 6-10 inches. I just don't know if I'm ever going to get there. That's what is discouraging.
This is what I wrote on her blog in response to her post:
We must be on the same wavelength. I've been thinking something similar. I wonder what the fast runners think when the see me out there chugging along. Do they see me "and my shadow" (my toochas) puffing along and think "look at the fat chick trying to run"? Do they feel pitty for me and my "efforts"? Are they wishing I'd give it up and clear out of their way?
Sometimes I get so upset with myself wondering "what the heck am I doing out here" since I'm not getting any faster. Other times I just want to scream at them "how many miles are you running today? I'm doing 18!" And I'm going to be out here for 4 hours! That was yesterday.
Then I do a run like today and I see these ladies who've battled breast cancer & won. And I remember all of the people who can't run. Like those who lost their live in 9/11. I figure I may be slow, but I'm out here. Running for them and others going through similar situations. Mile 1 for my BFF's mom would lost her battle with breast cancer, mile 2 for my friend fighting MS, mile 3 for my grandma who's 90, mile 4...a mile for each of them.
I hope it helps you and others.