3 miles on the treadmill this morning in about 28:00 minutes. So Laura asked me to elaborate a little on why I went from not wanting to run at all to pondering a marathon. So, here's a long pithy BORING explanation that I strongly advise all of you not read:
You guys never listen to me... Okay, so I've been looking back through my blog trying to solve the case of the missing motivation. I think my motivation peaked after running the Provo Half Marathon in March. I was so humbled that I could fall apart that much just by running a longer race. It ignited a kind of excitement. A real challenge! (Plus, proximity to the Pachevs always makes me want to run. It takes a couple months to wear off.) So I had 2 really good running months. At the end of May I ran a great 5K that achieved the goal I had most set my mind on for over a year. It was a little having that goal crossed off. I didn't feel as passionate about any of my other goals. So then it got super hot and all my running buddies gave up running for the summer months. So, working backwards, all I need to do is set a new goal that I honestly really feel something about (that's where the marathon completion comes it), find some new running buddies, the weather will cool on it's own in the next couple of months and we're all good! I work with motivating people a lot as a piano teacher. The thing that I try to remind them of when they go through rough times is that they pass! Sometimes all they need is a fabulous new song, a performance situation, or going to a piano concert to snap out of it. Discouragement is not a permanent thing, but quitting is.
I'll tell you why the marathon goal is the coolest goal in the whole world in Wed. post.
PS I finally got my 5 fingered shoes and they don't fit! My toes are deformed. They're more like vestigial toes than anything else. Rot it all!
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