Is it really true that 2008 is nearly a memory? Would someone please tell me where this year went because it seems like only yesterday that it was just beginning. If only I could run as fast as the days seem to go…sigh!
During my workout yesterday that has now progressed to a multi-sport workout instead of just a run, I thought about the goals I set for myself in 2008. Rarely do you speak with someone in the month of January who hasn’t set a goal for themselves. So many of us set the bar too high (like my goal to read a book a week) and abandon the resolution quickly. However, there are always those goals that we desperately long to accomplish and, some how, find the courage and discipline and strength to achieve.
Last night I realized that I achieved nearly every athletic goal that I set for myself this year. I wanted to run four half marathons, and I did. I wanted to learn to swim, and I did. I wanted to run trails, and I did. I didn’t run two marathons, though, due to health issues. That’s okay…I did the very best that I could do with what I have…average athletic ability but a lot of heart and desire.
I guess that’s the key to achieving anything: you must have the burning desire to get there. Without that drive, it’s damn hard to make yourself do the work. Heck, even with the desire it’s hard to do the work! But the end result, the satisfaction you feel when you finally complete your goal, makes all of effort seem easy.
Holy smokes I’m sore! With a new resolve to venture into the world of triathlons, I decided to get my but into the pool. For the past month I’ve been doing many other activities besides running: spin class, rowing, yoga, and the elliptical machine. I haven’t started swimming, though, until last night.
I’m so intimidated by the pool for some strange reason. Everytime I think about trying to swim some laps I chicken out. Maybe that’s because I never learned the front crawl or maybe it’s because I know that I really stink at swimming. Whatever the reason, I’ve avoided the pool.
Last night I was persuaded to get into the water. I kept thinking, “But I really don’t want to. I’ll just go run on the treadmill or do a spin class.” Finally, I reluctantly dragged my carcase into the pool. Grabbing the kickboard and a pair of flippers, I was persuaded to do 10 laps of kicking across the pool. Being a slight bit wacko, I decided to do 12.
Wow! What a great workout! I could feel new quad muscles working and my abs lengthening. Today, my body is sore but in a good way.
So, how does a person determine fitness level? Are you in good shape if you can run 50+ miles per week? Or are you in shape if you run fewer miles but do a lot of other sports? A tricky question, for sure, but one I’d like to discuss. Thoughts?