Dragging my butt back into some sort of a running routine has been a difficult task or, more accurately, it has been a fight. After several days of planning to run, followed by NOT even getting out the door, I was determined that I would not let it get overlooked another day.
Y and I went straight from support group to the gym. I set Y up in the cafe with his homework, and an order of chicken nuggets.
At 5:30 pm, I was lucky (and relieved) to find an open treadmill. The next big task was to use it. Fortunately, there wasn’t the usual heavy-footed runner within earshot this evening. Without the entertainment of myPod, I was left to listen to the sound of my footfalls and breathing.
My run was not easy. I fought the urge to quit for the entire run. This was not because of being tired, although my run wasn’t easy either. It was mostly due to a lack of motivation. My original target of 5 miles, quickly got reduced to 4 miles, and later to 3.1 miles. I was satisfied at having done any bit of running, and convinced myself that as long as I didn’t overdue it, I had a good chance of getting back to it tomorrow. I followed up the run with some weights and was out of there with a sense of accomplishment (however small).
Perhaps, tomorrow, it will be a little easier than today. I might to fight my way back to my old running routine, but I know that it will be worth it in the end.