Hump Day

Ah, Wednesday, also affectionately known as Hump Day. If you've made it to Wednesday you've crested the hill of the workweek and can now begin the wonderful descent into the weekend. It's also an excellent day for productivity, as you're neither as bitter as you were on Monday nor as lackadaisical as you'll be on Friday.

Since my week is split into three days interning in court and two days working at school, I am mostly immune to the Hump Day effect. If I can figure out which job I'm going to and what way to drive in the morning it's a good day. Recently, however, I discovered the hump day effect on running.

Running has been an uphill battle for me. Training for the last three months has been arduous, and even a little painful at times. I have always been (and probably always will be) slow. But after completing my first race, and joining some of my teammates for a group run the next day, I came to a delicious realization... I can do this. My huffing and puffing for the last three months has paid off, and the thing that was holding me back was that little voice inside my head. I assumed I would never run for 30, 20, even 10 minutes at a time, but I can. It's not fast, and I'm sure I look like a sweaty penguin, but I can. I don't think I've ever been in shape, and will soon weigh less than I did when I started high school.

I owe a big thank you to my mentor, Michelle, whose support has been unwavering, especially when I had a bad week or a flare-up of shin splints. Her belief in me, even when I thought I was crazy and in far too deep over my head, has made me realize that I can do this. I may never be able to run a four minute mile, but I can complete a 5K without coming in last place. And I'm looking forward to running my first half-marathon in September with my wonderful teammates, who have taught me that runners come in all shapes, sizes, and paces.

Happy Hump Day - wog on.