It’s the second day of half marathon training, take 2.
Yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised by the huffing and puffing the ‘7 Minute Workout’ app put me through in two cycles.
Today didn’t go as well. Three miles, on empty with sleepy muscle? I’m not Hercules. Or Einstein. I couldn’t get over the mental struggle or the muscle tweaks with each step. I stop. I walked the last 1.5 home completely defeated. I cursed myself the whole way.
I turned to the internet for motivation and haven’t really found any. The majority of runners on tumblr and pintrest are either a) using it (mostly incorrectly) to lose weight and chisel their bodies, or b) are serious marathoners and ultra runner. It’s a bad cross between ‘Ew, gross.’ and ‘Yeah, right. Sure, let me join you.’
Everyone has bad runs, or so friends say. Am I the only vocal one?
I’m running for the challenge, to feel like I’m doing something, to be different, to be interesting, to have something. It’s really hard when that thing is so complicated.
I can’t pace myself. I can’t break through the mental block. I’m paranoid of injury. I’m over thinking it all.
Luckily, I have another shot at it tomorrow.
This is a slice of my life.
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