17 weeks until the Disney Princess Half Marathon.
I got up and ran this morning, despite a head cold that’s coming on surprisingly strong. I almost didn’t run but “didn’t run” has become the theme around here lately and I’m tired of it. I’ve had legitimate excuse after legitimate excuse, but at the end of the day sometimes you just have to kick your own butt and get out there.
It’s hard to fight that feeling of losing momentum. My September and October have been the most interrupted months I can remember since I was on bed rest with Calvin. It’s been nothing but great stuff (trips, events, playdates, parties) but the disruption has definitely taken a toll on this fitness journey of mine. My second attempt at Whole 30 flew out the window in favor of convenience foods and eating what everyone else is having at whatever event I find myself involved in so yesterday I went through a drive-thru and picked up chili fries, a chicken burrito, and a Cherry Coke before I even realized what I was doing. And then the frustration happens. And the guilt.
So I got up this morning, sore throat and all. I thought about all of the blog stuff that I need to work on. I thought about finally getting the rest of the laundry put away. I thought about how we have a full day today and tomorrow and how I really need to feel my best. And then I put on my running shoes anyway and hit the road.
I braced myself for pain, fatigue, asthma, and anything else that might come from running after taking too many junk-food-filled days off but I surprised myself. I fell into an easy pace that’s just a little bit faster than I usually run. I realized that the cold air actually felt good on my throat and the dark streets gave me space to organize all of the jumbled work ideas that have been piling up. I ran my route, doubled back a bit, added a few extra streets, and collapsed on our lawn just because the leaves looked too inviting to pass up.
A few months ago, getting through a single mile was a huge struggle and always came with spending the rest of the day hobbling around in pain. This morning, cold and all, I feel fantastic.
I’m getting there.