It’s 1 AM as I write this. In 9 hours, I’m meeting Heather for a run. Well, I should write “run.” I’m only able to run a min or so before having to power walk. She runs marathons & has completed a triathlon.

I know she didn’t just get up one day and decide to run 26.2 miles. It takes time to train your body both physically and mentally. As I’ve written before, I’m starting to see the changes, I can run a full minute now, unlike the 20 seconds the first day I started. My calves and shins don’t burn like they used to. Occasionally my leg will cramp up, but it’s nothing I can’t ice and work though.

I’m nervous because I don’t want to disappoint Heather. I know, it sounds silly. My only goal is to complete the 5k and marathon. She was so jazzed when I told her I was excited about running. She copied my training schedule and posted it above her desk. I want to do well because, in a small way, my success reflects on her.

Heather has been one of my biggest motivators. A lot of people doubted me when I said I was going to run. They doubted I’d actually stick to it, and they doubted I’d actually be able to do it (hell, sometimes I doubt I can do it). Heather was the only one who was proactive and excited for me. She never rolled her eyes, she never asked why, she never questioned me.

I’m not looking to break any records, I haven’t even made a goal time yet. I don’t even want to beat anyone, but I don’t want to come in last. I want to be healthier, I miss being crazy active. I want to enjoy running. Most importantly: I simply want to finish a race, then get excited about doing my next one.

Tomorrow I’ll run with Heather for the first time. I’m confident it won’t be the last. It may just be the slowest and shortest run we do together.