It feels good when you finally realize that a dream of yours is within reach. It might take some planning, it might take some training, but to have that realization that yes you can do X, that's an incredible feeling.
I had such a breakthrough not too long ago. I've been kicking around the idea of training for a full marathon for awhile. It took me forever to convince myself I was capable of running a half marathon. Once I proved I could train and run one, I started thinking about a full marathon. However 26.2 miles is a long way to run. I have way too much self-doubt about my abilities and my mental strength to fully commit. It was something that I kept thinking about but wasn't ready to do. Then when I found out I was pregnant I knew I wouldn't be able to train for a Spring marathon like I was thinking about. I was ok with that.
A couple of weekends ago I decided that my goal was to run 12-16 miles for my long run. 12 was doable as that's what I've been doing. 16 was a pipe dream. I came up with 16 because the route I run at a local park is roughly 4 miles, although I've been adding extra routes in to make it a tad longer. So 12 mile would mean 3 loops, 16 miles would be 4 loops. Hmm. I met up with a couple of othe women for the first time. The one runs slower so she offered to run with me most weekends since I've been lonly and missing my normal running group (I can't keep up with them right now). She then found another girl who wanted to run with a group. So we started out and they were super cool and stayed at the pace I needed to go. We did 9 miles together because that's what their goal was for that day. I was feeling good. My legs were incredibly sore from the workout I had done the day before, but I felt good. I ate part of a banana and headed out for another loop around the park. I got close to my car and was at 14 miles. I felt good. I ran further and then decided to only push it to 15. I do believe at that point my thought process was "You crazy f***, you're pregnant, what are you doing running 16 miles."
When I hit 15 miles I stopped and walked back to my car. My legs were on fire, they were so sore from the previous days workout. The rest of my body felt great. My mental state was awesome. I've been dealing with a lot lately and have no way to relieve stress. This run did it. Not only did I finally feel like I got in a good workout, I did 15 miles. 15! Who would have ever though I could run for 15 miles?! Nobody!
This feeling, this feeling of realizing that you can accomplish something that you thought about doing but didn't really think you could achieve, that's the most amazing feeling in the world.
I do realize that running 15 miles is probably not the best thing to do while pregnant, even though my body is fit and I've been keeping up with my workouts. So I won't do it again. I also realize that once Baby Girl arrives my priorities will change. I realize that I'm not going to have 3+ hours to devote to running on the weekend. I realize that training for a marathon takes a huge time commitment and I'm not going to be able to do that for awhile. But that's ok. I'm ok if I have to wait 2 or 3 or 4 years before I can train for a marathon. Because I know I'll remember this run and I'll know how it felt to realize I could do it.