So I signed up to be a coach for RunTex University’s Born to Run program and tonight was the first class. We’re always tougher on ourselves than we should be (or others are), but I feel for the poor souls who I now “coach”. Luckily, Jessica has been a coach for a few months, so she told me a little of what to expect, but for various reasons, until about 30 minutes before class I hadn’t received from RunTex any of the training or information about what I was supposed to do or say. So I faked it. Big time. And I talked too softly. And. There. Were. Long. Pauses. And the questions, silence, stares, oh my! But I enjoyed it. I think.
Recently, I’ve been telling myself that I shouldn’t not do something just because it was frightening. In layman’s terms, “don’t be afraid to try new things”. You know, that’s how you grow and all that. But seeing as how I’m a naturally introverted and introspected ISTJ (“silence is golden”) … or was it INFJ … it makes it sincerely difficult to choose to blindly lead 20 strangers. I sooo wanted to back out and not do it. But I’m doing it, and I’ll probably be better for it. At the least, I have a new appreciation for Gilbert and how difficult his job is, and how he makes it seem so effortless and joyful.
After coaching, I went for a 4 mile run. 28:45 or so. Which is astounding really, since I’ve done very little since 3M, and nothing at all this week. I was planning on taking this whole week off, to recupperate physically and recharge mentally, but I just couldn’t hold out. My knee still hurts, but I just wanted to get out there, and I finally decided that I’m not injured, I’m just sore.
I also realized that I’m happier when I exercise. I think my …. oh, I’m sick of talking about myself.