Running isn’t an easy thing for me. There are a million excuses I can come up with not to run. It’s raining. My leg hurts. I haven’t eaten enough. I have no clean clothes.
This morning was an excuse-ridden day. It all started when I had to run out to the corner store to get 1/2 & 1/2 for my coffee. I slipped on my flip flops, grabbed a 5, and headed out.
On my way out I hit my head. Hard. I saw stars. Visions came to me. I thought I would vomit or pass out.
I collected myself and headed out. I needed my cup of joe. The excuses ran wild. Now my head hurt, there was no way I could run 5 miles.
I got home and put on my cranky face. I hit my head and it hurt. Running could wait.
I could stay home and eat these:
Or drink this, yeah…
But then Doug wanted to go to the gym. Ok. I can do that, I thought.
With my gear on we headed to the gym. 5 minutes into my run at 6.2 mph I needed a bathroom break. This was going to be a long 5 miles.
I jumped back on and did another 2.5 miles. Good. I felt warm, but visualizing the mileage on the treadmill was too much for me. I turned off the treadmill and restarted it. Doing that made the run feel new, like I was running a whole new 2 miles without already having gone 3 miles at a snails pace.
I cranked the treadmill up to 6.8 mph and finished off at 7.8 mph. Ah, it felt good.
So good in fact that I was energized to do more. I ran an extra .3 miles and walked some more, and proceeded to do weights.
The headache was non-existent, my legs felt strong, and I felt good.
Week one of training is officially complete.