I had a dream last night that I was teaching class and could not do a pushup. Even when I tried to do one on my knees I couldn’t do it. I felt weak. And I hate feeling weak. Been there, done that.
I truly do empathize when people tell me they are afraid of being last on a run or the most out of shape person in my class. When I started training for my first marathon in 2000, I was one of the last ones to finish the training runs. When I started taking boot camp classes while on maternity leave in 2006 I could not do a military style pushup.
Was I embarrassed? Sure, nobody likes to come in last. Nobody likes to feel like a weakling. But I was not going to let that stop me.
With hard work and consistency, I am faster and can do a lot of military style pushups. Still there are times when I’m working towards a goal when I’ll have bouts of self-doubt. But then I tell myself what I tell everyone else.
You can do it. Take it one step, one pushup, one mile at a time.
Now go run!