The last several days have been rough. Wednesday's run was kind of awful. I felt like an elephant on the treadmill and my lungs just hurt. I was so glad to be done after my last nine minute run period. I thought about the dinner I had had the night before and the morning's events, but nothing stood out as being detrimental to working out (unlike eating watermelon for dinner). So, I chalked it up to just a bad run and moved on.
I had a few windows for getting my weekend run in, but I didn't make it. On Sunday I was planning on going after work, but my mental and physical state were such that I wasn't feeling like a run. I was starving and on the order of an anxiety attack, so I decided to take care of myself first. By the time I felt good enough to run, it was dark outside.
Monday and Tuesday were work-centric. I didn't find the time before or after work to get in a run, and my mental state was not favorable for running anyway so it was just bad all around. This morning I made some time to get a run in, so I'm feeling better about things. This week took a jump from 9min/1min, repeat three times to 13min/2min, repeat twice. I was worried that the additional 4 minutes of running was going to be a bear, but it wasn't. I felt almost as good at minute one as I did at minute 26. This running thing isn't so bad.
One Month Done
6 years ago