Today was one of those running days where the mental battle started long before the first step. On my schedule from Runna was a 6‑mile tempo run, and honestly, I’d been stressing about it for days. The paces looked intimidating, and I kept convincing myself I wasn’t ready, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t quite “there” yet.
But there comes a point where you can’t put it off anymore. So this morning, I bundled up, stepped out into the cool air, and told myself one simple truth: “The worst thing that happens is I get a solid 6‑mile run in.”
With that mindset, I started. One mile at a time. One pace target at a time. And something amazing happened— I hit every single pace.
Every. One.
Somewhere between the steady breathing, the rhythm of my feet, and the crisp morning air, the run shifted from something I feared to something I owned. By the time I finished, I was buzzing with excitement. Not just because I completed the workout, but because I proved to myself that I’m stronger than the doubts I walked out the door with.
Today was a reminder that the hardest part is often just starting. And sometimes, the run you’re most nervous about becomes the one that lights you up the most.
Here’s to showing up, trusting the process, and surprising ourselves along the way.
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