My long run this week was 11km!
It’s not that long ago I couldn’t manage 1.5 km without a walk or two in the middle to get my heart and breathing rate down.
In the meantime all those sessions where I’ve decided to run every hill but bumped out and walked them. All the time spent feeling pretty down about the figurative mountain I’ve set myself to climb. Those runs have been making a difference. The 11k tells me.
When changes are occurring slowly it’s often not that obvious.
Like kids, when they inexplicably grow out of various trouser leg lengths while remaining the same sort of size – then one day they appear in a doorway and block out all the light!
Those changes are still happening though, even when we don’t see progress in the day to day; and as with growing kids it’s cumulative.
Pausing for a moment to take stock and appreciate progress must be as important as looking forward and up.