This is my running program's Nemesis. The Hill. It is steep and long and just where you think its going to end there is a little more around the bend. Today I successfully ran up it for the first time ever! I didn't die or sound like Homer Simpson at the top either, in fact I ran for another minute afterwards.
This is a big deal to me. It gives me hope that I may be able to run the 5K I have scheduled in a couple of weeks.
Today was the first time my run didn't feel like a complete struggle this year after taking the winter off. I kept my breath and I was in the moment not allowing myself to get anxious about how much further or how much longer.
I wonder if getting more clear about what I want to prioritize art wise has anything to do with it? My gut says it does.
Time to stitch.