I used to run…a lot. I have completed tons of 5ks, a full length triathlon, and was training for a marathon when I got really sick and couldn’t do much physically. Recovering from illness and surgery took a lot out of me and my lifestyle became increasingly sedentary. At this point I am basically starting over in terms of muscle and endurance. Yesterday my dad suggested that I run outside since it was still about 60 degrees (in Wisconsin, in late November) and I told him I didn’t think I was ready. He told me I should take baby steps.
Aha moment! I realized that I could walk/jog outside. Even if it was harder, more painful, and not as simple as my treadmill workout it was something I could try. So I did…and it was horrible. I am not used to running on pavement and my run was not pretty. But I made it! I jogged for about half and walked the other half and used the Nike run app to track my progress. Truly, life is about progress, not perfection and I am happy that I tried.