I’m in a bit of a fitness funk right now. I haven’t met with my trainer since before I left for vacation. Now she is on vacation. And my running has been . . . sketchy.
It started when I was in Maine and I was trying to run on the rocky camp roads. I’ve done it in years past, but this year the bugs were particularly bothersome. They were actually attacking me. I came home one day with welts on my arms and one even on my back, where one of those nasty demons actually got under my shirt.
:: SHUDDER ::
I don’t do bugs, y’all. But I was trying to tough it out so I could keep up with my running. Unfortunately after my third run, the bugs won. I caved. I didn’t run again until I got home.
Since I’ve been home, I’ve barely been doing enough to keep my momentum. Rather than running 3-4 miles 5-6 times a week like I was doing before vacation, I have barely managed to run 2 or 2.5 miles every other day since I got home.
It’s an inner battle each and every day.
Today should be my running day, but I’m sitting here instead. My husband had to leave early for work, or I’d get up and put on my duds and hit the road right this minute.
I’m heading to BlogHer later today, and I know I won’t get much running in while I’m there, although I am signed up for the BlogHer 5K tomorrow morning, and I have my running clothes packed. I really hope I can motivate myself to get out there. I know tonight will be a late night, and my schedule is insane, so I’ll have to see how I feel come 6am tomorrow morning.
Yes, I am fully aware this is NOT the right attitude. I am setting myself up for failure. I should be gung-ho and determined I wil do it! But . . . we will have to see. Right now surviving BlogHer is my primary goal. (And those who have been know how very challenging that goal can be!!) I can get back on the fitness bandwagon when I get home.
I’m really hoping that once I get back, I can get back in the groove with the running and strength training. I miss feeling strong and powerful and energetic.
A few weeks before I left for Maine, I hit a new distance record. I meant to write about but never got around to it. I found this post in my Drafts folder and thought I might as well dust it off. Maybe it will motivate me to get my tushy out on the street again.
I set out that day to do 5 miles. I knew I could do it if I paced myself. I had a route all mapped out. Part of the motivation to run farther is just to see some new sites. I get tired of the same couple of loops I do time after time.
I told myself that time didn’t matter. It was all about completing the 5 miles. I didn’t want to walk unless I absolutely had to, so I started out jogging verrrrrry slowly. I’ve learned that if I start out running slowly for the first mile, and work up to a more respectable pace during the second mile, that I have a lot more endurance to finish the third and fourth and . . .
Long story short, I DID IT!
And it didn’t even seem that hard. Running on some new roads was fun and helped pass the time, and when I got back to familiar territory, I felt like I was on the home stretch even when I had 2 miles left to go. I stopped and walked twice for about a minute each time. All in all, not bad at all!
Even though I wasn’t running for time, I was thrilled to see that I averaged a 10:21 minute mile. That is pretty typical for me. I want to get it under 10, and every once in a while I surprise myself but usually I’m closer to 10:30.
I put together this photo collage on my iPhone to celebrate my victory.
I know some people think I’m insane taking photos of myself at the end of my runs. The vain girly-girl inside rebells every time I do this. (But I’m wearing no makeup! AAAHH!)
But I do it because it is proof. FOR ME. That I am doing this.
I am really doing this running thing.
For going on 3 years, now!! And no one can take that away.