The Wall

There's the running term "hitting the wall". 

The mental block you hit a certain mileage or point in a race. Both half marathons I've run I've hit the wall at mile 10. Even when Sara jumped on the course and ran with me, the minute she left my side it's like my legs didn't know what to do anymore. I was in a full on mental war with myself to keep my legs moving. 

I feel like we hit the wall in life sometimes too. 

Mornings when you hit snooze three times, throw on jeans and whatever top is first in the closet, skip makeup, make it to lunch, make it to 5, go home, skip your run because your head hurts or you just don't want to change and drive to the greenway. It almost killed me to run 2 miles this week. My head was anywhere else but on that trail with me. Every 5K we've run this year I've walked at some point. 

But not this weekend.

I made the mental deal with myself I was NOT going to walk no matter how much my knees hurt or how hot it was or whatever other reason my brain came up with. 

Low and behold, I PR'd. 

26:55 never felt so good [after I almost died after I crossed the timing pad.]

I arrived home on a high. I broke my 5K wall. I had a fire under my feet. [literally, my shoes are so shot]

 Tomorrow the She Reads Truth Proverbs study starts, it's a four day work week for me [heading home for a long Mother's Day weekend on Friday], and I have my six month review at work. 

The wall is down y'all. In the words of Justin Timberlake, it's gonna be me [May.]