So I didn't make it to 5k, or 3 miles, this summer. Instead, I made it to 4.2 k or 2.5 miles. And, seriously, I couldn't be more proud of myself.
No, I didn't reach my original goal. But I did keep at it while dealing (and still dealing) with runner's knee and aching hips (I had forgotten how much and how constantly my hips hurt when I workout hard). And not only did I keep at it, but I was also really, really reasonable about it. I listened to my body; when I hurt too bad, I hit the couch instead of the pavement. Same same when I was too tired - b/c when I'm tired, I'm a careless runner, and when I'm careless, I get hurt.
So instead of being down on myself for not hitting 5k, I'm reveling in my success. I haven't run consistently in 8 years (since I hurt my hip), and now I'm doing just that. To give my knees a break, today I did Zumba for the first time in 8 months, and it was wayyyyyyy easier than I remember it being at the start of the year. I feel strong. I feel faster. I feel confident.
And that's something great to start off the semester with.