I forgot to charge my watch before today’s workout. In the past, I would’ve beaten myself up a bit for doing “dumb” things like that, the little voice in my head telling I don’t have my act together enough to be an Olympian or a world champion…
Today I chose another thought. 👍 I chose to take it as a sign to run not by pace or heart rate but by feel. So instead of trying to catch glances at my watch while my arms pumped quickly, and then doing pace and heart rate calculations in my mind throughout the workout to get it all “just right” – I cleared my mind, ran as hard as I felt like, enjoyed the cold wind on my face, soaked in the mountain view, and smiled through intense breaths at my fellow runners as they passed by. 😊
It reminded me of how, as a kid, running made me feel free – free from chores and a strict childhood, free to be me, wild hair flapping in the wind. 🏃♀️
As my workouts start to get more intense and I get ready to race in two weeks, I’m making myself a promise: this year, no matter how hard I’m working and how big my goals are, I vow to keep that child-like spirit alive, the spirit of sprinting out of the classroom at the sound of the recess bell, eyes twinkling, face smiling, ready to go play with my friends. ❤️
I forgot to charge my watch before today’s workout. In the past, I would’ve beaten myself up a bit for doing “dumb” things like that, the little voice in my head telling I don’t have my act together enough to be an Olympian or a world champion…
Today I chose another thought. 👍 I chose to take it as a sign to run not by pace or heart rate but by feel. So instead of trying to catch glances at my watch while my arms pumped quickly, and then doing pace and heart rate calculations in my mind throughout the workout to get it all “just right” – I cleared my mind, ran as hard as I felt like, enjoyed the cold wind on my face, soaked in the mountain view, and smiled through intense breaths at my fellow runners as they passed by. 😊
It reminded me of how, as a kid, running made me feel free – free from chores and a strict childhood, free to be me, wild hair flapping in the wind. 🏃♀️
As my workouts start to get more intense and I get ready to race in two weeks, I’m making myself a promise: this year, no matter how hard I’m working and how big my goals are, I vow to keep that child-like spirit alive, the spirit of sprinting out of the classroom at the sound of the recess bell, eyes twinkling, face smiling, ready to go play with my friends. ❤️