The hardest thing is the mental limits you put on yourself. I remember when I first took up running many years ago – not counting the failed attempt as an overweight teenager, and the one as a wishful, chain-smoking twenty-something – I was convinced I could never do more than 5 kilometres. Five K. That was it. I had a route that was actually just under that an I was always at the end of my rope by the time I was approaching home.
My boss at the time found out I was running and invited me to join him and a few others for a lunchtime 5K. I refused. I could never keep up, I was certain. He said they ran a leisurely 30 minute 5K. Sounded pretty fast.
For over a year I was stuck at that 5K mark. It wasn’t until we moved and I joined a run club near the new house that peer pressure eventually lead me crack the 5 K mark. It was then that I realized that it was a psychological limit, not physical. I knew that all along, but now I admitted it. Within a few months of cracking that limit I ran my first race, an 11K mud run. In a year a half marathon, then 30K, eventually a year or so after that a marathon.
But now I’m back stuck again. It’s been months since I ran more than 5 or 6K. I step out the door planning to run 8 or 10, and almost immediately start making excuses why I can’t. It will take too long. I’ve got a lot to do. I should be spending time with the kids. I’m tired. Okay, just 5K this time … again. Maybe a bit faster.
The psychological limit is back.
Was back. Tonight I got tired of it and broke it. Not by much, I ran 7K. But the limit has been pushed and the journey begins. Trying to run.
What about you? Are you trying to run? Run farther?