... through the pain that is. Today was a run day, and before I took my journey outside to head around the track behind my house, I found that the blister on my right pinky toe was now double it's size. Darn it! I almost let it psych me out. I said to myself, "Well, I'll run as much as I can, and when it starts to hurt, I'll stop." I didn't really think I was going to make it through the 4.5 mile run I had scheduled for today. I put a band aid over it, and hoped for the best.
I began to circle the track, and surprisingly enough, I felt no pain. In fact, I felt nothing really for the duration of my run, and though I ran a little slower than I had hoped (as I had no way to monitor how I was doing other than a stopwatch my hubby was holding as he supervised the kids playing on the playground), I still managed to keep under the 10 minute / mile mark with a minute to spare.
Now here's the rub.
As soon as I completed my 18 laps around the track, and started to walk back to the house, my pinky toe immediately started to hurt. It was a little odd considering it didn't bother me AT ALL during my run. Honestly, I think it has to do with my focus and determination. There's something about running in the presence of others. For me, it makes me want to concentrate on giving it everything that I have and pushing through any barrier in my way.
That's what I did. And you know what? Despite my soreness, blisters, and bumps and bruises, tonight was the first night that I actually felt like an athlete. And I like that.
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