Last week was going fantastic!
I jogged two mile at a comfortable pace and the following day I did my first ever run on an incline. Man was that hard! Level one incline for 1.5 miles. I felt the burn through the whole run, but I kept a steady pace. I left the gym with sore legs, but I was really proud. You could even say I was eager to keep running.
Thursday was a rest day but Friday I wanted to run outside since the weather was perfect. I walked for a few warm up minutes then I started jogging, but I was so uncomfortable. My left hip and calf were so tight, and my left leg felt very heavy in comparison to my right leg.
I sat and stretched, but still nothing changed. I tried to walk it out but I felt defeated. I wanted to scrap the race list I had posted earlier in the week. I wanted to be done with the foolish idea of running. I felt like I couldn’t do it and my body couldn’t handle it.
Throughout the weekend I tried not to dwell on Friday’s non-run. Until Monday morning arrived and brought measurement day with it. I stepped on the scale and decided I didn’t need to take any other measurements. The number below my feet told me everything.
When I am sore after a workout I often blame my weight. My body would handle it differently if I shed these wretched ten pounds. What about the 20, 30, or even 50 pounds after that? But, for now, I can’t even shed the first ten pounds.
I am devastated. For three weeks I have maintained a regular workout schedule and followed a normal training plan. I work hard to fit the gym and running into my daily schedule. I eat a normal and healthy diet. I track my calories and zigzag between 1200 and 1600 daily calories. When will my body reflect the efforts I am making?
It just doesn’t seem fair. It doesn’t seem right. I was ready to throw in the towel. I want to give up.
I want my body to be less sore and more apt to running.
I guess what I really want is for running to come easy to me. So many other things come easy to me, but running is not one of them. I have to work for it, and push myself. It’s hard.
I read blogs about new runners, and experienced runners, who are struggling just the same. One bad run or one bad weigh in; it doesn’t matter. I have to put one foot in front of the other and keep on running.
I will run again today and I will log the 2.25 miles that are on plan because giving up is not an option.
This was going to be a poor me, I give up post. But those are some hefty goals and a lot of money worth of commitment. I am not giving up. I will keep doing what I am doing. I will have faith in myself and my training.
I WILL RUN!