About two months ago I talked about how much I love the Streaks app and that it's great tool that keeps me motivated and on point with certain daily tasks, like not drinking soda.
I used to drink bottles and bottles of the stuff. Diet Dr. Pepper was always my favorite (and always diet, no matter what other soda I opted for. Of course believing if it was diet it was someone better for me than the regular stuff. Yeah. Not so much) and while often I could go days without drinking it, once I got started it was a bit out of control. Growing up, my mom's Diet Coke was off limits to my sister and I, but mom had a habit of only drinking half a can and putting it back in the fridge for later. In what we considered a daring act of rebellion, Sissy and I would sneak sips when mom wasn't looking.
But look! Triple digits! Oh yeah, baby. Today is my 100th day being soda free. When I started keeping track, I didn't think I'd last a week let alone this long. Just shows what happens when you set your mind to something and commit. And, honestly, at this point I can't imagine going back to drinking it. I certainly don't miss it and would probably consider it much too sweet and sugary if I tried. Nah, I'm good with ol' H2O.
Also realized that two weeks from today I'll be in Houston, Texas picking up my race packet for the Rodeo Run! I can't believe my first 10K is just around the corner. Hell, I can't believe I'll be running in a 10K. It seriously boggles my mind. Like, I only started running just about a year ago. Great balls of fire indeed.
The training is going well, although I'm still working on being mentally prepared for it. I think Liz made an interesting point in her comment the other day, how her dad runs and he says the 10K is the hardest for him because he expects he should be able to run it like a 5K, whereas with a half or full marathon he gives himself permission to walk if needed. I think that's a big part of it and something I had considered, too, the idea that I know I have it in me to run the entire 6.2 miles versus just being okay with finishing.
Thing is, though, just finishing a 10K is an accomplishment all by itself. Sure, you should always strive for the best and not settle, but it wasn't settling when I embraced last place at my very first 5K. It was giving myself a well-earned pat on the back for a job well done. It was something I had never tried before and just going out there and crossing that finish line deserves recognition, just as this 10K will. Instead of being worried or afraid or stressing myself out, I need to just go out there and have fun and remember that my reasons for why I love running have nothing to do with time or race recognition or any of that superfluous jazz.
Anyone else give up soda? How long have you gone without?
Love from the ashes,