Running seems to = productivity

Last week was my "triumphant" return to running. I had said in my previous post that I would run the very next day, nope it was a week later that I finally got out there. I allowed for glitches in my schedule to completely throw off my plans. It rained, I had to go to the grocery store, my husband skipped class so now we could hang out, etc. Lesson learned.

I am going to make every effort to get out and run first thing in the morning so it is done and over with, allowing for Murphy's Law to occur during any part of the rest of the day that it desires. I won't care because the run will be done.

Today I got out there in the glorious 50* that Florida rarely sees. I loved it! I did 3.1 miles in just under 38:00 minutes, certainly nothing to brag about but I will brag nonetheless. That is over 4 minutes slower than my best 5k time but I could give a shit, I ran.

For my first run back last week, I did 3/2 and 5/2 running/walking splits, today I only did 5/2 splits and actually ran for the full last 9:53 minutes. Pretty sweet. This run helped me accomplish many things off my list that I had not previously had the energy to do. Dare I say that I was entering a period of depression? Hopefully some activity in my life will help me to feel better. I also threw in some abs work and attempted some push-ups.

Tomorrow I will run again, not sure if I want 3.1 again, or a slower 4 miles...

Trying Again

Yup. That is what I am doing, trying this "running thing" again. I woke up yesterday morning and finally had a real desire to put on my running sneakers. I didn't allow myself to second guess this weird and wild concept, I just got dressed and went out. The run was ok, 2.5 miles in a little over 31:00 minutes, no where close to ever qualifying for Boston, but one day at a time, right?

So I fell off of the running wagon sometime late last summer, probably July or August was the end of my commitment to running, to my health, to my sanity. It was much easier to believe the excuses that my mind created than to push through the pain and soreness that comes with logging miles. Running Disney slipped away and I felt guilt almost everyday for letting that happen.

My confidence and self-esteem decreased and my overall belief in myself and more importantly, my love for myself was gone. It took me months to realize what I had to do but here I am, hoping that I get a second chance. When I ran, I felt beautiful, strong, and peaceful and I long to feel that again. Plus hitting a size 8 sucked as well. Somehow I am a 4 right now...not sure how that happened...anywhoo...

A 30 to 40 minute run is planned for tomorrow! Peace my peeps!