With my blog being entitled “Can’ts into Can’s,” I want to take some time to focus on some ways to turn doubts into success. Enter Can’ts into Cans Wednesdays!
I would like to turn this into a weekly series in which I highlight a way someone turned a “can’t” into a “can.” I would love to pull in all sorts of people and all sorts of victories, big and small. I figured Wednesday would be a good day, as it is halfway through the week and might serve as a little inspiration to get us all through to the weekend.
This week’s little victory will highlight one of my greatest accomplishments, which started me on the path to a healthier, happier me: my first 5K.
Several years ago (I’m thinking five, but I’m not sure anymore, haha), my admiration for runners boiled over, and I decided to give it a shot. I did some Internet research and found the Couch to 5K program, which really helped me take it one step at a time and build a foundation without becoming terribly frustrated.
After gaining some confidence in my running, I decided to give it a try to run with my best friend Amanda (you’ve heard about her when I discussed making my workout fun by sticking with a buddy). She had been running for ages, and I really wanted to impress her.
I remember her telling me (prefaced by a “no offense, but…”) that she was impressed at my form and how well I did. That really gave me a boost, and, soon enough, we were talking about running a 5K together.
To start, my goal was simply to finish. However, in true Amanda fashion, she planted the seed in my head one day that she thought I could do it in less than half an hour.
When Amanda throws a goal out there, I can’t help but go for it.
So, I trained. I was nervous. I thought there was no way I would hit that goal. In fact, I stayed out later than I expected the night before, didn’t eat super healthy, and didn’t expect it to go well at all.
Before I knew it, I found myself in the last mile of the race. I was feeling pretty good, but starting to panic. So, I socialized a little. Amanda quickly put the kibosh on that one. 🙂 Finally, just as I started to get discouraged and thinking I wouldn’t get there, I turned the corner to the finish.
I didn’t know if I could go any faster, but I sure tried. I heard my brother-in-law scream my name, and I tried harder.
Sure enough, I crossed the finish line at 29:39…meeting my goal by 21 seconds. I must add that my amazing running buddy let me finish in front of her. 🙂
It sure was not easy, but I did it! This little victory started me on the path to more races and WAY more confidence.
Have you ever run a 5K? What did you think?