For many years “Coach” and I have been good friends and we both had our ups and downs… weight-wise. Throughout our journey there was one thing which never changed: Our support for each other and the motivation that came with it. At some point over these years I started calling him ‘Coach’ because he always did, what a coach is supposed to do. He motivated me and he inspired me and I knew he meant what he said because he was there too. He actually had bigger ups and bigger downs weight-wise than I. He always knew what he was talking about.
We now want to share our experience with you and hope that you will find some kind of inspiration and maybe even share your thoughts, struggles or successes with us here. – Momma & Coach
I felt like my morning run was going well. I was running at a good pace, breathing calmly, the headwind wasn’t bothering me. I had run for about 10km, I knew I was going to run another 8 and I was feeling pretty good. That’s when I noticed this younger guy running right by me about 5 or so meters over.
My first impulse was to speed up my pace and not let him pass me by so easily. I wondered where he’d come from and caught myself going into race mode. I questioned all the rosy impressions of how the run was going that I had earlier, felt my legs grow heavy, thought my pace was slow and my breathing laboured, so I pushed myself a bit harder.
That’s when something (a voice in my mind? – check here) made me snap out of it and I remembered that this wasn’t a race, that my pace was my pace and this guy’s pace was his. A year ago the mere thought of running this far would have made me feel exhausted, now it was a common occurrence for me to run longer distances than this without much concern.
The race I’m running is to improve my fitness, my health and increase my life expectancy by shedding excess weight. Whether this random guy or anyone else runs by me at a faster pace is really of no importance in the greater scheme of things. So I let him run off literally as well as figuratively.
No need to compare myself to others to reach my goals. With regards to my running and other exercise, the only comparison that counts is when my doctor tells me that the measurements he takes to monitor my health have improved over the last time he took them.
With these thoughts in mind and my perspective restored, looking at what was relevant, I continued on my run and registered my steps as light again and my pace as solid without wearing me out; a good way to start a Sunday.