Some of you know by now that I am in training to run the Gold Coast Half Marathon in July. My training is fine but I won’t bore you with the ins and outs of long runs, tempo runs and speed work. Instead, I want to tell you about how I’m training my mind. See, my mind has been much more of an enemy than a friend.
It has been my mind in the past that has told me it’s all too hard. That I’m not capable of crossing that finish line. That I’m not worthy of that sense of achievement.
My new year’s resolution going into 2011 was to run a half marathon. Instead, I spent the year battling post-natal depression and finding it hard to get off the couch.
Since then, that 21.1km run has been a huge monkey on my back, and I want it off!
Crossing that finish line will mean I can set goals and achieve them. It will mean that I have guts and determination. It will mean I am resilient. It will mean I am the kind of woman I have always wanted to be. It will mean I can do anything I set my mind to.
No pressure, right?
So I’m going easy, building up my distance, and trying hard not to spook the horses in my brain. To celebrate turning 40, I took myself out for the longest run of my life – 15km – on the final day of my thirties. That was almost enough to freak me out and put me off. In the past it would have.
Instead, this time I eased back and just ensured I kept getting out there. On the whiteboard in my office nook at home, I have Robert Collier’s words of wisdom:
So that’s what I’m living. Day in and day out, I am determined to do that little bit I need to do to work in the right direction. And in July, I am going to cross that finish line. I don’t care what time I do it in. I don’t care that I probably won’t do it in style. I will do it, damn it!
Then, I’m hoping you will celebrate with me? There will be champagne.