I really hope you are never the person who has to sit next to me on a plane. I am a nervous wreck.
I often make lengthy lists in my planner or, for the past year and a half, doodle/write/log in my Believe I Am journal. On a flight last week, I made this little compilation of what I wrote about on my 2nd sisters in sport update:
When I was making my time goals, I was started to limit myself in certain places thinking “well, I probably won’t acheive that before graduation so maybe just make the goal easier…”
But, who said there had to be a timeline? Why before graduation?
I do know my life will be a bit different, but, hey, maybe I’ll get really fast in residency because I have less time to run so I’ll have to run much more quickly to cover more miles. Maybe they’ll call me the Shefontaine of the residency program. Ok, extremely unlikely, but, hey, its about how you look at the time your given, not at the time you are not given, right?So, I put down some goals that may not be achieved for a long time, but, as I wrote, there is no timeline.
I was reminded of this on Sunday. I ran a 5K with a bunch of Oiselle birds – Fast Amanda 1, Fast Amanda 2, Jocelyn, and Abby. From the tram ride over to Roosevelt Island to the start line, I went from 10K “just runner” to 5K “just runner” to 5K “racer.” I do not know how this happened, but I’m chalking it up to peer pressure, impending rain, and wanting to get back to my mom and sister sooner (both in town for a long weekend).
For the record, Amandas 1 and 2 placed 1st and 3rd, respectively, and Jocelyn score yet another pretty sweet PR (I chased her the whole time from like 45 seconds behind).
I ran about 23:38 according to the ol’ trusty Timex.
Because I can be competitive and irrational, I, of course, had my momentary “I am so bad, why are you so slow, what are you doing, stop running slowly all the time” rant in my head.
Thankfully, Jocelyn could remind me of “the grand plan” in that I basically have been taking my sweet time getting back into running since the Richmond Marathon (and deservedly so, I think) and I need my body (and mind) to make it all the way until the end of April without breaking or burning out.
Plus, I decided about 2 minutes before the start that I was going to try rather than “just run.” For a first harder effort back since my marathon, not too shabby. Not closer to 21 minutes, but, hey, there is no timeline for that goal! As long as the world is not ending tomorrow, I have some time to work on that one.
When I started having the “you are terrible at running” rants in my head, I have to admit I did look back at that “mission statement” for running that I wrote. Did I jump into that 5K enthusiastically to see what I could do? Yes. Did I have fun? Yes (well, you know, mostly besides the being out of breath thing, which is some sort of perverse joy). Mission accomplished. That little statement is proving pretty useful.
Also, in the end – does this really matter? I got to come home and see all of my family members today. May 2013 be filled with less violence.
TELL ME: IF YOU WERE TO WRITE A MISSION STATEMENT FOR YOUR RUNNING, WHAT WOULD IT BE? ALTERNATIVELY, FAVORITE CHRISTMAS SONG.
I think my favorite Christmas song is “Away in a Manger,” completely for sentimental reasons as I sung it my first grade Christmas pageant.