All’s Well That Ends
So, the time has come for the RFW Spring session to officially ramp up, then wind down to completion. This marks the last week of the course and on Friday evening my running shoes will be asking me to put them out to pasture. They were far too expensive, however, and they will not be set free to frolic about in a muddy and otherwise filthy paddock. There is more work to be done.
Since a group of people that (oddly) does not include me decided it will be too hot to run in the evenings this summer, there will be no official RFW class during the heated months. But there is a group of us who are volunteering our well being in order to get out there and continue our journey. We’ve decided to do so to avoid taking the break that will likely set us back some when the regularly scheduled classes begin again in the fall.
Gluttons for punishment, I say. Now that I’m seeing the word ‘Glutton’ I’ve the craving for a turkey leg and baked potatoes, please. Gravy, if you’ve got it.
So, we’ll be out there. Shine or more shine. Interval-ling our way through our night’s desired course.
For me, the conclusion of my first registered running class is kind of bittersweet. In the beginning, I thought 12 weeks was way too long for this thing to go on. I couldn’t even see that far into the future. (I simply adore commitment. Can you tell?)
When everyone showed up the first eve, the majority decked out in their newly acquired athletic outfits, I looked around at all of the faces and wondered which of these women would not show up after that night. Of course, I included myself in this group. I had intended to devote myself entirely and wholeheartedly to the class only for the two weeks time period in which I could still get my money back should I decide to pack it up and head home to my beloved couch and TV. Heaven knows I didn’t want to make any promiss my body or determination couldn’t keep.
As the sessions went on and the faces remained the same, I became more and more impressed with the perseverance and drive each of the women brought to the evenings. As the weeks are finishing up, I’ve found the only people that were unable to attend on a regular basis for anything other than random work or family related events, were those who became injured and were simply unable to perform without injuring themselves further.
In fact, many of the women from The Group are planning on running throughout the summer – whether it be with our little night group or with one of the Fleet Feet organized morning sessions. Knowing there are other people out there with similar or not-so-similar issues and outside distractions in their lives who are still able to block out several hours of the week to be devoted solely to themselves demonstrates to me that I can do it, too. All I have to do is show up…on time…and group motivation will get me out on the path.
Look Ma! No couch!