I stood in my trainer’s kitchen as she outlined our workout routine for the evening. I heard hills and I heard running and my heart started racing. You see, my version of exercise does not consist of running unless I am being chased by something or someone. The idea of bated breaths and quick exertion in no way entices me. I am a neophyte to this form of exercise and had very little desire to be experienced in this particular craft. I could think of 1,000 excuses why I should not be doing this. My reality: I had to literally take this workout one stride at a time.
So I started. With high knees, one foot in front of the other and a slow yet regulated pace. My goal was simply to make it to the end. My calculated thoughts was even breathing and forward movement. A little bit of self-talk said, ‘You will make it there eventually. Just keep going!’” Before I knew it, I became winded and my heart started racing begging for there to be an immediate end in sight. I wanted it to be OVER! Read more