I haven’t been blogging, but I have been running. Just not running and blogging :)
Let me go back a bit- the day after I posted my last entry, I ran for a whole mile, non-stop. Yeah. I was pretty surprised, honestly.
It happened like this; I went to the gym with my friend Neya, and as per usual, got up on the treadmill. Started going. Huff huff, puff puff (sorry, there was nothing to pass). And after a few minutes, I was done running. My ankle hurt. I was a sweaty mess of frustration. I was like, dude, this sucks.
I got off for a few minutes and stretched that damn ankle. It worked alright. Got back on. Walked some more. Then upped the speed, but not too high, and did a slower paced run. And kept running. And kept running. And… kept… running.
AH-HAH! I thought, thrilled; I have found the answer! I just need to… *dun dun dun* SLOW THE EFF DOWN.
Yup. That’s all I needed to do; slow my roll, and just maintain the running. DUH. I can’t go balls out because my body is just not ready for that yet. And here I am, all about listening to my body, and here it was, practically screaming at me, hel-LO Jenna, slow down! and there I was, thinking that speed was super important. Ok, maybe speed would be important if I were running, say, from an attack of brain-sucking zombies, but since I’m clearly NOT (good thing, too, being on a treadmill and all), then speed is NOT important… yet. Someday I will focus on how fast I can go; right now I just need to focus on just going.
And the going is sloooooow.
Fine with me!
And just so you don’t think it was a fluke or anything, the very next day, I went and did it again!
Then came THIS week. THIS week was bad. Sunday was my day off anyway, so I did not go. Then on Monday I awoke feeling blah. There are many factors to the blah’ness, but suffice to say, I was blah enough that I decided I wouldn’t go. Should have gone, but didn’t. Should have gone because on Tuesday, I awoke feeling utterly wretched, and there was no way that I was going that day. Damn.
On Wednesday I went, but felt bogged down. I think it had a lot to do with not going for three days, and I know that there were a few other “personal” reasons, so I barely slogged my way through two miles, walking and running.
On Thursday, I went again. I did better, ran almost a mile non-stop, did my three miles and some change. Was feeling antsy and weird. Didn’t quit, exactly, but neither did I put forth my BEST effort. I knew this, kicked myself over it.
Today I planned to go, but do you know, it’s grocery day. After spending two hours in Cost*Co, wheeling around a heavy, awkward, bulky shopping cart- then coming home and dumping it all off- then heading to Target to do some more shopping… yeah, not feeling the gym so much!
Ok, so only two days this week. Not good. However, I feel alright about it. I’m not happy with it, but it is what it is, and I can’t change it. That being said, I’m not worried about how it’s going to affect my overall performance. I can feel that I’m doing better every time I go. I know that next week I’ll pick it back up again.
My head is very much in it; I’m pretty focused on my next step, my next goal. I’ll be going tomorrow morning, missing Sunday, and picking up the routine again in full on Monday.
I’m pretty excited! Less than one month to go! I can’t wait!
