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Sleeping with bread: Progress

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Track pants. Check
Comfy t-shirt. Check
Running socks - very important - Check.
Warm as toast hoodie. Check
Faithful Green Windbreaker. Check
Mis-matched gloves. Check.
Asics Gel 1120 with insoles. Check.
Ipod. Check.
Headphones. Nope. Darn.



Progress is sometimes reflected in our willingness to hang in there, even when we don't feel 100% prepared. Progress is carrying through with the action, even when the conditions are not always ideal. Progress is going for the first outdoor jog of the season, in 40 degree weather (ugh!), warming up with a walking lap, and running the next 20 minutes without having to walk, catching your breath for a few minutes, and being able to run the next entire long lap till the end of the run. Wow.

Last Spring when I started this effort to get moving I could only run 2 minutes and walk 1 and run 2 minutes and walk one; over and over again for 30 minutes.
Progress is good.

Progress, even in this small way, knowing that I'm not starting over again from zero - that is my bread today. It will be my bread tomorrow when I get out my shoes and lace them up to try, try again.

Note to self - go get some ear buds. Maybe then I could be even faster!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Kudos to you, Tara, for keeping with it! I have difficulty walking for any length of time, let alone running. I know what I need to do; it's just doing it that's the problem.
Mel said…
Oh, there's one to hold on to--'progress, not perfection'.

Well done you!

This from a woman who can sprint darn fast but can't quite do the distance stuff....in literal and somewhat in figurative terms alike.

Wow.......NOW I'll be thinking! LOL
ashley said…
Your progress sounds spectacular. Upbeat music helps me get moving too. Good luck.
(BTW... The verification word is Italian for applying a cast.)
Pamela said…
An excellent reminder, Tara! Progress, keep on keepin' on, hold on and don't give up... I needed to hear this today.

Thank you for your lovely comment on my blog today. Your daughter is quite wise, isn't she? :)
dianne said…
yes, progress - not perfection. i am hanging on to that one for dear life! sometimes it's so easy to look only at what is "not yet." it takes discipline to look at and be grateful for progress, no matter how small. good thoughts.
Unknown said…
This is a good reminder for me. Right now, it feels like there is such a long road ahead of me that the progress is not attainable. But I guess I won't get anywhere if I don't take that first step.
Tara Lamont said…
One step at a time and seeing the whole process as practice... I find I've even been focusing on that word as I'm struggling at times. Not perfection, but practice, practice.

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