Tag Archives: success

Weekly Photo Challenge: Down

19 Feb

This is my second contribution to the weekly photo challenge!

A lot of times we see looking down as depressing or as heading towards the end. However, sometimes looking down can just be the beginning. When I look down I see the starting line and know that I am just getting ready to jump into the next adventure of my life.

The next time you look down, remember you’re looking at the start of your next adventure.

The Dawn of the Treadmill – Days 10-11

19 Feb

I’m always trying to get my man to go out walking with me, or hiking, or running, and today was the day he finally agreed. (I can’t be too hard on him for not coming sooner as I have mentioned in the past the military life is exhausting) My neighborhood as a gym so me and my man loaded up with a new Nike+ sensor (for me), new sneakers (for him) , new water bottles (for us), new headphones (for him), and a new sweatshirt (for him) all from Sports Authority- does any body else see anything wrong with that picture?? To be fair, I couldn’t find a pair of Nikes that I could use the Nike+ with and had good arch support aside from the Nike Frees I was already wearing and I wasn’t going to buy the exact same pair of sneakers again- which I have been known to do in the past.

Anyways, we hit the gym with all of our new accoutrements, hence the treadmill… Since we were at the gym together I didn’t want to leave to run outside so I opted for the treadmill instead. I have run on a treadmill a few times in the past but more for casual exercise, never a goal like this one. I hooked up my Nike+ for the first time and started jogging at a nice speed of 6.0 (6.0 what… I don’t really know). After a short distance I realized that I was barely winded so I knew I needed to step it up a bit and ended up at 6.5. Definitely feeling it and beginning to sweat, my loving man comes over and starts giving me a hard time and before I know it I’m up to 6.8. At first I panicked thinking I couldn’t handle going any faster. I knew that the fastest mile I had run outside was 9 minutes and 43 seconds; meanwhile, he bumped my speed up to 6.8 and the treadmill told me I was running at like a 9 minute pace. Seeing those numbers on the screen and knowing what I was capable of did not seem to mesh too well. Luckily for me I was able to finish and completed my mile in my usual time of 9 minutes and 44 seconds. I guess my speed of 6.0 at the beginning made up for my crazy 6.8 at the end. In my eyes Day 10 was success.

So there must have been something in the air this weekend because my man and I went to the gym again on Day 11. I’m not sure what’s going on but I ‘m definitely not complaining. (I like going to the gym together— even though we don’t actually workout together. I’m a little strange in that sense, but I just like having him there anyways.) Being that we were at the gym again, I decided to tackle the treadmill again rather than going for a run later. Having a little bit more knowledge about what speed I can run at made today a little bit easier for me. I hooked up my Nike+ and hopped up on the treadmill. For Day 10 I ran a little more than half of my mile at a speed of 6.8, so I figured that I would run my entire mile at 6.8 today. I didn’t…

I don’t know what possessed me, but I got on that treadmill and bumped my speed up to 7.0. On Day 10 my man wouldn’t let me settle for what I was comfortable with. He pushed me harder because he knew I could do it even when I didn’t. So now on Day 11 I decided that doing what I knew I could do wasn’t good enough I needed to push harder and I am so glad that I did. My lungs were screaming but I kept breathing and kept pushing through with the help of the treadmill and I am pleased to announce that today I ran a mile in 8 minutes and 24 seconds!!! In terms of treadmill running I met two goals today: run one mile in under 9 minutes and run one mile in under 8 minutes and 30 seconds.

Yes I know that I was on a treadmill, that it’s easier to run on a treadmill, that a treadmill paces for you. However, a victory is still a victory to me. I know that the next time I hit the track I’m not going to be running 8 minute 30 second miles. The knowledge that I can run that fast and that I have the lung capacity to complete a mile that fast provides me hope and strength in that I will one day be able to run a mile that fast on the track. The treadmill is not the end for me, after all half marathons are not run a treadmill. The treadmill is a means to an end for me and I hope that one day I will be able to run faster on the track then on a treadmill (well at least as fast!)

Running is Pain, Let’s Quit – Day 8

16 Feb

I ran my one mile today. Only one second faster then yesterday. One second is still better than zero seconds and I’ll take it: improvement is  improvement in my book. After my early defeat I have accepted grudgingly accepted the fact that not every day is going to be leaps and bounds better than the day before.

For a lot of people, I think “a little” isn’t good enough. People start new things, pick up new hobbies, and then they just stop- they quit, they give up. For whatever reason, it seems that most of us have unrealistic expectations about our own abilities. And when we realize that we aren’t as good as we had originally thought, most us throw in the towel.  I mean there are people who are willing to push through anything and everything, but for the most part I think we have become quitters. The question is why do we quit?

I have been a quitter before. I quit ballet because it took up a lot of my time and I was no longer willing to make the commitment. I guess I’m kind of lost in my head at the moment, but I am trying to get at the fact that most of the times I have seen people quit it’s because their scared. Scared of what? I don’t really know. Are people scared of embarrassing themselves? Are people scared of change? Are people scared of failing? I’m sure people are scared of all those things.

Then for me, the question becomes is the embarrassment worth it? Is the fear worth it? Is the risk of failure worth it?whatever it is. I think the answer should always be yes.

Stop Sabotaging Your Own Success: A Manifesto

16 Feb

Stop holding yourself back!

When I Have Time by Sara Rosso

If you’re new here, you should probably read my biography just to give you a better sense of who I am. In short: I do a lot of stuff. I’m curious. I love learning. I take risks. I speak my mind. I dare.

The risks I take are reinforced by a belief that I owe it to myself to at least try. I’ve always seen myself as a bit of a Jack of all trades, rather than an expert in one subject, but I’ve come to believe that’s a blessing rather than a curse. Releasing myself from the aim of being an expert or being perfect at something means that I have the complete and utter freedom to try. And fail. Hell yes, fail. Even often!

But trying, definitely.

I’ve spent a lot of time talking with (girl)friends about what’s next for them. I mentioned that I wanted to have…

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Back on track, Day 7

15 Feb

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day everyone!!! I hope you all had an awesome day spent with your loved ones. After indulging in homemade alfredo sauce and some delish red velvet cake I was definitely in need of a run today. (Especially after some of my students brought me little Valentine’s Day treats today since I didn’t see them yesterday!) Today I got home and was ready to run! Success was just around the corner…

I let the dog out for couple minutes, putting on my running attire and hit the pavement. Feeling a little adventurous I ran a bit of a different path today, but don’t worry it was still one mile! I am also trying to get some tanning in before my bridal shower next month so I chose a path that kept me in the sun. Can we say winning? Cause I think I am! The warmth of the sun on my skin, the feeling of my feet hitting the pavement, and Pandora blaring in my ears was just what I needed. I can’t believe I just said that I needed running. It is crazy to think about how much a person, yourself especially can change. When I think about the party-er I used to be and the homebody I am now I giggle- I wonder if the old me and the new me would get along. It’s a silly thing to think about, but I do and I wonder.

It’s amazing how one decision, even a small one can have a ripple effect in your life and make you wonder about things I never gave a second thought before.