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Ca plane pour moi

September 12, 2011

I have no idea what those words mean, but they make me feel good.

I meant to say something during my last entry, but didn’t remember until after I published. About a week or so ago, my sister in law introduced me to Rockstar Recovery. I’m still a coconut water fan, but at 20 calories a can, Rockstar has also gotten my money this week. I haven’t tried the grape, but the lemonade and the orange are both pretty tasty. Plus it’s got the usual extra goodies in it, including milk thistle — whatever that is. This morning, it was especially delicious.

At this point, I can do anything. Running for a full 20 minutes this morning with no breaks was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I did it.

I was surprised at how well I was holding up as I finished my second lap around the stadium. During that next lap though (around minute 16 or 17), I started to think about quitting.

“The next session drops back to smaller sets, so it wouldn’t be that bad if I didn’t do a full 20 this time.”

It made sense, but for some reason, the thought of not finishing bugged me more than the pain in my legs and the lack of wind in my lungs. I’d gotten to the track about an hour later that usual this morning so wanting to impress the group of girls running stairs didn’t hurt either.

I’d completely forgotten that this song was in my iPod, but when it came on as I finished the third lap, it put a smile on my face and a little more wind in my lungs. Before the first verse was over, the little British lady announce that there was “One minute left.” So at just over 3.5 laps around the stadium (and because I Just Kept Going), I had run for a full 20 minutes.

I think another part of what prepared me for this morning was the knowing that during my last session. I ran two full 8-minute sets, when just a few weeks ago I could barely get through eight 1-minute sets. I’m still slow, but I’m getting there. I’m also glad that there was at least one more morning of cool weather while I tackled this session.

I was smiling as I reflected on what I’d just accomplished when Sister Nancy began to come through the speakers in my truck.

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