I ran a 5k this past weekend.
If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you might have seen my kick butt picture after the race.
My friend, LeeAnne, invited me to run it with her a couple weeks ago and so I did, with no preparation. I ran 3.1 miles without doing any sort of training at all.
You would think that I’d be super proud of myself.
I SHOULD be super proud of myself.
I haven’t run outside in quite a while and I ran a pretty good time. I had an awesome time chatting with my friend while chugging up and down way too many hills. I finally had a chance to break out my adorable running skirt and obnoxiously orange leggings. I even got a medal!
It’s funny though. If a friend told me that they ran a 5k with no preparation, did a pretty good time and got a medal, I would be SO PROUD of them. I would tell them how incredibly AWESOME they are and that it is so cool that they woke up so early on a Sunday morning to run and cheer on a bunch of Iron Girls.
But when it comes to myself, I think…
Yes, I ran a 5k BUT it was ONLY 3.1 miles… not the half marathon.
Sure, I got a medal BUT it was only for a 5k. Not a big deal.
I ran quicker than normal, but it still wasn’t ACTUALLY fast.
Yes, I woke up early and got my run on, but other people do so much more.
You know what? That’s bullshit.
I don’t know why my impulse is to rain on my own parade when I would celebrate another person’s accomplishments, but it stops NOW.
I DESERVE to be proud of myself.
A 5k IS a big accomplishment.
And LeeAnne and I ROCKED IT!
Do you downplay your own successes? When you accomplish something do you always add a ‘but’ afterwards? Isn’t it funny how you tell yourself stuff that you’d never say to your best friend?!