You are capable.

Another thunderstorm is rolling through today. I had to cancel a class early this morning. We will instead be logging the miles tomorrow morning. After finishing up my emotional words for my grandmother's funeral this morning, I decided to head downstairs to the treadmill for the five miles that I was supposed to log with the group.

I PUSHED start - and PUSHED myself - until I PUSHED stop.

 

 

When I pushed stop ... the treadmill read 40:57. I thought, "That is a number that this middle-of-the-pack runner is not capable of." But, obviously I am. I did that. I have never maxed out my treadmill. And this morning I did. Something came over me. I ran at 9 and 10 mph for the last third of a mile. I started at 7 mph and only went up from there every half mile. My slowest mile was 8:36. Outside, I typically am running a 10:00-10:30 these days. But, apparently I am capable of more.

I am capable. Me. This girl who couldn't run the mile in gym class. This girl who thought that those five miles was unconceivable just over a decade ago.

Sometimes it feels really good to be uncomfortable. You are capable of anything, too. All you need to do is press START.