We made it through our first week across the Pacific. Brad and I successfully completed not only 40 miles to Tahiti, but 41. We found on many runs that we actually trekked 3.4, 3.25, 3.5 miles and rather than rounding down we’re going to count every little step. I know there will be weeks that we get busy with our schedules and get behind on our running. We’re going to need those extra fractions of a mile to keep us afloat and on track, so I’m banking ’em.
41 miles. Sweet success. That puts us just a bit past Catalina Island. Catalina, the final checkpoint. The last time our feet touch ground. Between here and Tahiti, ain’t nothin’ but ocean. Running across the ocean can be difficult. Think people would judge me if I ran with floaties?*
I can’t tell you how good it feels to be running again. My body is so grateful. I don’t know why I stopped for the past couple of months. It’s amazing how easy it is, once you’ve accomplished a goal (like last year’s 1/2 marathon), to fall back into a complacent lifestyle. Even though I’ve felt like a bloated lump of flabby poo for the past two months, I still managed to ignore my newly adopted stringent running schedule. It feels bad to be sedentary so why do we do it? I honestly don’t know the answer to that question, but I do know the only working solution. Keep setting goals for yourself. With nothing to aim for, the pain just isn’t worth it I suppose. Let’s face it sports fans, although I’ll be the first to proclaim my undying love for running, it can be painful. Granted, that’s what I love about it, which I’ll save for a later post, but there IS a reason it’s easier just to veg out on the couch and play video games. There are days that my legs are made of lead and I feel like one gigantic side-ache; but on those days, get out the door. It’s better to run 1 mile, or even walk 1 mile, than sit at home and give in to the lazy devil sitting on your left shoulder. Make yourself a specific goal, very specific, and if you want it enough you’ll push through the pain. When it comes down to it, we’re really not much smarter than horses. Horse runs after a carrot. My carrot is the image of me in a teeny weeny bikini on the island of Tahiti. Run run run!
*Floaties joke courtesy of Nick Williams 🙂