motivation

i have found that motivation can go a long way, if the proper motivation has been set in the mind.  don't believe me? well let's take running for example.  who is really ever motivated to get up in the early waking hours of the morning to go pound their feet on the road, get chased by neighborhood dogs, sweat, argue with your body about the cramps, and sometimes feel like you shouldn't have had that 2nd glas of wine last night?  well, i will say that as much as i love running and strive to have my "me" time on the road, i never look forward to mile 1, no matter the distance.  i always feel amazing after i do a run of any kind (runner's high), but getting to that first mile is a..."female dog."  that is until i went and got fitted for my new kicks...

*side note-my goal in 2012 is to run my first full marathon (holy my goodness)

knowing that i want to prevent any type of injury for the intense training one endures to accomplish this goal, i decided that i should go and get a proper fitting.  went to fleet feet and got hooked up with this old guy named Ed.  Ed and i bantered and talked "running" for a bit, and then he had to go through the process of finding my perfect fit for my very imperfect and beach bum flat feet.  first of all, my feet are two different sizes: the right foot is almost a 10 and the left foot is almost 9 1/2.  weird. so that means i might have to run in a shoe a lot bigger than what i had been running in.  he brings me a size 11!!! goodness to me i thought i was going to have a heart attack! it's not that embarrassing, it's just that if i would have bought the shoes on my own i would have run in a size 10, and would have lost toenails like i have for every other half i've done.  who knew? (all i'm sayin is my kids better make up for it and be super tall athletes) so long story short, i did the treadmill video thing, they checked my pronation and my gait, took the shoes for a spin outside, and then took them home with me.  i slept in my shoes last night i love them so much. 

this morning, i didn't hate mile 1. here's why:

saucony omni. oh yes. you have no idea how this motivates me to embrace the fact that i am, indeed, a runner, and can now fiercely pursue the marathon.