I get disappointed sometimes when I expect to complete more miles and realize that okay, I’m only going to be able to do my best and get in what I can. Learn to let it go. (Isn’t that a song?) That’s hard for type As you know. There will be good weeks and weeks where I have to just accept it is what it is the number that is. I always look for the positive and yes, there is a positive. The bursitis in the right hip is on the mend and I actually ran more in the last couple weeks than I’ve run in a while. That is good, but boy can I feel it in my stamina, or should I say lack thereof. As most of you runners can attest, dropping down the mileage for a while then trying to ramp it back up can be a little challenging. Gradual steps I guess. I was able to run four times with my longest run around 4.66 miles this evening.
This weekend was a yoga training weekend, so that means I was tired. Came home this evening, got some stuff done and wanted to make sure I got in a run. Today’s run started out good but I can’t lie I wanted to walk a bit around mile 2 and the hills were kicking my butt. I can only speak for myself but running is very mental. You know those crazy talks you have with yourself…”well if I just get to the top of this hill I’ll only walk for about 100 yards”….uh huh. Or maybe you start noticing every malady that arises. Leg pain, why did I wear these earrings that keep hitting my ear buds (really annoying) and of course the stomach pain (where’s the bathroom?). Anyway, I’m happy to say I pulled through it and finished, without the walking.
Miles completed = 15.74 running. Accepting happily 9,909.03 remaining. Happy Miles to you.