One Step at the time...

I've been watching my sons attempt to take their first steps. They'll stand up while holding on to something, and once their little legs are strong enough, they let go, and try to take a step. It usually doesn't last very long before they fall. But they get right back up, and try again. Eventually they'll have it mastered and they'll be walking.

I guess I'm in that stage with my marathon training. I need to keep on trying, no matter if I fall, no matter if I feel I'm walking/running too slow. How will I ever make it to the finish line if I expect to go from zero to 26.2 miles without going thru it step by step?

I didn't do my part Monday. Parenting books I've been reading (to figure out why my sons wake up at night crying) told me it's probably separation anxiety caused by the fact I work. yeah, makes one feel really good. So I stayed home and played with the kids. (by the way, they slept all night last night, proving their theory wrong.)

I did 25 min yesterday. I ran for 1 min, walked for 1 min. It was HARD, I'm so glad the course in Chicago is flat because the hills around my house were killing me (think Belhaven, there are 2 just around my house). But I made it, got a good workout and then took a COLD shower. Brrr! But I'm not as sore as one would expect.

So next time I feel I'm not going fast enough, I need to look at my kids and watch them learn to walk. They don't give up. They keep on trying, helping each other out. No matter how many times they fall, they will eventually succeed.

And so will we. Keep on running!