“But I’m not a fast runner…”

“But I’m not a fast runner…”

Those were the words I blurted out to Scott on our run yesterday when he kept pushing me to run faster for the last mile of our run. We actually ended up in a heated debate about the topic right after we finished.

I was frustrated because I felt like he was pushing me too hard, that he wasn’t taking my abilities into consideration. Or that he wasn’t seeing how hard I was trying to run faster – even if I didn’t look like I was running faster.

His retort? You are a runner, you CAN run faster. You are holding back to much, saving too much for that last mile. Stop doubting. Just run.

And you know what? He’s right. By me saying “I’m not a fast runner” – it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. If I think I can’t do something, or that I’m not cut out for something, then my mind and body are going to follow suit. But, if I harness the confidence I’ve been building and the mental endurance I’ve been so focused on during this round of half marathon training, then who am I to say “I can’t” or “I’m not…?”

This is something that I was thinking about all day yesterday and it struck me that my blog friend over at Sunshine on my Shoulder wrote something similar on her blog. About “believing the lies” – those half-truths or “lies” about ourselves that we choose to believe.  She’s right – it’s a choice to believe those things. Just like it’s a choice to remain positive in the face of adversity, it’s a choice to believe you can and you will.

It made me think – why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we put ourselves in a box like that? We can do anything we put our minds to, yet so often – our minds try to tell us otherwise.

So today? I focused on the mind-body connection during our run. We were supposed to run 5 miles and instead ended up running 7 miles (7 of the 10 mile route we’re aiming for on Friday, actually). You’d think that sudden change in distance would cause me to start letting those doubts creep in. But guess what? I pushed them down. Even though my legs were tired from the previous two days of running (and barre n9ne class). Even though I was sleepy when we got started.

I pushed and I pushed.

And as we rounded the corner near our house – that last half mile staring me down. This is where I’m usually prone to slowing down vs speeding up.  Instead of pulling out all the stops, pushing hard, envisioning that finish line coming up on August 14.

So that’s what I did today.

I pushed it.
Fast.
I ran fast.
Yes, me.
Fast. 

No idea what the speed was but it was definitely an uncomfortable pace. I was breathless at the end but quick to high-five Scott who was beaming with pride that I did exactly what he’d wanted me to do yesterday but had fought him on.

I ran fast.

Because guess what? I can do anything I put my mind to. Including running. And running fast