the honeymoon is over
well..... the new found passion for running just expired.
it was the hill's fault.
okay, not really.
the weather is dropping.
not really the problem.
it is my body's fault.
okay that is not entirely true, although i think it is revolting a bit. the endorphin high has passed.
the last six weeks have been AWESOME.
to be back out there on the road, sidewalk, park.
the slow transition back.... i have been careful not to do too much too fast. i have loved it.
yesterday.
argh.
i could feel the struggle as i got out of bed.
putting on my shoes to get out there was a challenge of mental proportions. but i got out there. met stef. she was the rock to my floundering, tired, struggling attitude. it did not help that it was windy which made the 45 degrees feel so much colder. it was hard. while we took the hill and the loop with determination on monday..... this was a different day. same hill, same loop....different me.... a tired me. a cranky me.
the excitement of being a runner again has waned. now it becomes the discipline of getting over this mental hill and staying out there.
it will get better.
or i might still be cranky when it comes time to lace up again.
that's okay.
my shoes don't know the difference.
it was the hill's fault.
okay, not really.
the weather is dropping.
not really the problem.
it is my body's fault.
okay that is not entirely true, although i think it is revolting a bit. the endorphin high has passed.
the last six weeks have been AWESOME.
to be back out there on the road, sidewalk, park.
the slow transition back.... i have been careful not to do too much too fast. i have loved it.
yesterday.
argh.
i could feel the struggle as i got out of bed.
putting on my shoes to get out there was a challenge of mental proportions. but i got out there. met stef. she was the rock to my floundering, tired, struggling attitude. it did not help that it was windy which made the 45 degrees feel so much colder. it was hard. while we took the hill and the loop with determination on monday..... this was a different day. same hill, same loop....different me.... a tired me. a cranky me.
the excitement of being a runner again has waned. now it becomes the discipline of getting over this mental hill and staying out there.
it will get better.
or i might still be cranky when it comes time to lace up again.
that's okay.
my shoes don't know the difference.
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