.....and sometimes it's about the accomplishment.
Today, in my 5k training program, we received our t-shirts. The excuse I gave myself for attending was the shirt distribution. Actually, it was so I could get my run in. I enjoy running. I enjoy running with others. I don't stop, even when I want to, because I know I got this. I can do it. It's hard. I'm not the speediest, but I will go the duration and complete the task I have assigned myself.
Today, I fell. I wanted to stop after that. My knee was sore. I bit my lip and it was swollen and bleeding. I was embarrassed, mortified. The coach running with me asked if I was okay, asked about my knees, pointed out where I was bleeding, made sure I drank some water, then asked if I wanted to run. My answer was no. She walked with me for a minute, then said she was going to run. I walked behind her for a minute, then recommenced my usual shuffle/run. We completed the 3.1 miles. Aside from my brief walk, I ran the entire time.
I now know I can do this, since I have already done it once. I won't be the fastest, but I will finish, and I will do my best. My time to beat is 50 minutes.
I got this.