There's nothing more motivating than the realization that you are a weakling.

Last week I started going with Carolyn to the gym at 5-FREAKING-30 am. Yes, we would wake up at 5am, get ready and head to the gym. Now, I haven't run in about 2 years, but I've been wanting to get back into it for a while. So when I jumped on the treadmill for the first time last week, I almost wanted to cover up the speedometer and distance numbers because I felt like I was running so poorly compared to people next to me.

I have yet to actually buy a gym membership, as I've pretty much been sneaking in with Carolyn. Okay, not sneaking in. The front desk person tells me that I have to go during regular sales hours so that I can hear a salespitch, but we've been going so early that we're gone well before the first salesperson arrives to the gym.

The other day I go and I'm able to run 5k in about 30 minutes. So I'm feeling pretty good about myself. Anyways, here's the thing. I recently found out that Carolyn works with one of my old high school friends at St. David's. This girl was a crazy avid runner in high school and came in first in all these major competitions, went to college did the same. So I ask her "how fast do you run?" She tells me, "oh if I push myself I can do a 6min/mile, but usually I average around a 7:30min/mile."

And then the kicker: "But I'm nowhere as fast as I used to be in highschool."

me: *jaw drop*

I didn't want to say anything when she then asked, "how fast do YOU run?"

So my new goal. Run fast(er).