Last week I ran my first seven miler. I was super nervous beforehand. Why? It’s not as if anyone was watching me. I had nothing to prove. No one would know if I had to walk or even if I cut the run short. I’ve learned something about myself since starting this running adventure. I am competitive. months ago I’d have told you I didn’t have a competitive bone in me. And that was mostly true. im usually fairly laid back and go with the flow. I enjoy watching sports and cheering for a team, but I’m not overly concerned with the outcome of the game. I’ve never competed in sports, academics, or beauty pageants. My extra curricular activities were always solo adventures: piano, dance, and art. I didn’t care to compete, with others or myself. I just never had a reason to compete. But now I run. And I run to be better than yesterday. So, I get a little competitive with myself (and the old man in jeans at last week’s race…I can’t get beat by someone in jeans!). So, seven miles made me nervous. I knew I had to do it. I would have disappointed myself if not. And not only did I want to run the full seven, but I wanted to run it well. That itty bitty competitive bone is growing with each mile. And I think it’s pretty proud of me. I rocked that seven miles and the rest day that followed. This week I am looking at eight miles. Bring it!