After numerous laps on Mountain Road for hill intervals, lap after lap in the pool, and running uphill until I want to puke... I finally felt like it is paying off. It was a small accomplishment, riding up 200 North on the bike with a little less shortness of breath than usual. It wasn't the huge breakthrough that I keep waiting for, it was hardly noticeable, but it was better. On a good day I huff and puff my wide load of spandex up the small gradual hill that feels like a mountain, but this go around was different. My legs relentlessly allowed me to tap into a little more power and my lungs waited a few minutes longer before the sensation of explosion settled in. An amateur jogger still carried the likelihood of passing me, but it was a small accomplishment... finally. I talk myself into finding joy in the small accomplishments... at least until I have the bragging rights to a big one.
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You should celebrate the little milestones. You deserve it. Maybe next time your lungs won't want to explode at all.
Remember the old adage, "How do you eat an elephant?" ---- one bite at a time. Keep it up, you are my inspiration.
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