Our bodies constantly amaze me. Why does it seem to take forever to build up endurance when you constantly run and train, yet you loose that endurance so quickly when you don’t keep it up?
Last Sunday, hubby and I went running with our friend Corinna. A nice 4 mile run over our favorite bridge in Clearwater. The bridge that I used to own. That damn bridge has now gotten the best of me again and there was walking in the midst of running. A LOT of walking. But alas, we made it over and no one was injured in the process. It’s very humbling to realize that I forgot how to run. Running never comes easy, but where it was easier before, it’s now harder. Way harder.
The silver lining is always the beach at the halfway point. It never gets old.
I miss running consistently. I just don’t know how to fit it in right now. I have a long list of excuses.
- It’s hot as the face of the sun, even in the wee hours of the morning.
- Our bed is extremely comfortable and it casts a spell over me, keeping me from getting up not a minute sooner than I absolutely need to.
- Work is crazy busy.
- When I get home from work, the last thing I want to do is go out and run.
- Did I mention that it’s hot as the face of the sun here?
- Also, the humidity is like 500% and it’s stifling.
- Because I haven’t been running, I feel incredibly slow when I do run, and that makes me sad.
- I don’t have a treadmill anymore and even if I did, I would rather scratch my eyeballs out of my face than run on it. I loathe running on the dreadmill.
I kid, I kid…..
I am ecstatic that we are 1/3 of the way through summer. June is over. July and August will hopefully pass just as quickly. Once we get into September, I can count the days until the first cool-ish day. That will go a long way to me wanting to lace up my running shoes on a regular basis that doesn’t require me to get up a that crack of dawn. As for being busy at work, I’m not stupid enough to wish that away, so I need to find a way to work around that, no pun intended.
Funny, but not funny.
So for now, I will mentally try to deal with the fact that I forgot how to run and know that I will get it back. Why does it embarrass me so much? I ran a freaking marathon, for Pete’s sake. I know I can feel comfortable in my running shoes again.
How do you handle having to start over with running?