Today was my first Track and Field practice. I felt like a fish out of water and intimidated by the beefy men. Seriously, this men were incredibly buff to the point where it felt uncomfortable for me to be around them. So I used the "text-my-friend-until-practice" trick which is very common this day and age in technology to avoid situations that make us uncomfortable.
My day started at 5 am today. 5 AM! Yep, that's a usual for me now. It's nice but mostly really hard to wake up I set five alarms within two minutes of each other and I still woke up 15 minutes than my intended time, but no one was up so it was easy to get ready fast.
Now getting around to Track. I haven't ran in a while, when I got back from my trip to Uganda this past summer the last thing I wanted to do was anything physical. I felt so drained physically, mentally and spiritually so I took these past few months recuperating and now I am ready to get back to my high school days where I ran a good 7min 20 sec mile. Please God put wings on my feet!
The warm up laps weren't that hard but that's because I forgot something: they are warm up laps. Warm up. Not your fastest. I forgot that I was probably going 60% and that's not good for a warm up. So now gets to the distance training. (By the way everyone was super nice so I feel blessed just in that factor.) We ran on hills. Hills that made my cellulite scream. Maybe the most humbling moment was when I felt in some much pain I literally felt like I wasn't moving and I looked around and saw the whole football team (which are full of the extreme beefed up men) watching this small girl (me) trying to keep up with the halfhuman/halfcheetah mutants.
Wow can we just marvel at the fact that some people are so outrageously gifted in the running category. I was in awe watching the other distance runners crush the hill, overcoming the obstacles of pain. So inspiring.
All I can go is up from here. In a few weeks is the first meet and I don't want to psyche myself out. At the moment I can't feel my legs and one of the girls on my team warned me this would happen. That's good right? As I said before in another post who knows why I'm doing this, but I'm excited to see how God uses these legs He made for me for which I am truly grateful.
My weeping cellulite and I bid you a farewell my friends. Until next time.
XOXO,
Taylor
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