Haven't written in awhile due to sheer embarrassment. Why am I embarrassed? Because it seems that I have counted my chickens before they hatched... or, however that saying goes. 2 weeks ago, i was rambling on about how my half marathon training seemed to be getting easier but, alas, I have completely jinxed myself.
The cramping/ side stitches are back with a doubled-over-illness-inducing, painful vengeance and (a new development) I feel as heavy as an elephant with each step I take. So, as the title of this post would suggest, I'm completely frustrated.
I got into this knowing it isn't going to be easy. I didn't enter it with the mindset that I want to do it to lose weight, or to show off a 13.1 sticker on the bumper of my car, or to even impress any of the people at my company who are participating. I am doing this for myself. I'm the queen of self-doubt and I figured, what better way to quiet my bitchy little inner demons than by completing something that always seemed out of the question. I'm trying my best to do this the "right way." I'm sticking to my training schedule as much as possible and I'm trying to watch what I eat (admittedly, I've dropped a couple pounds. Win.) but, I'm in no way progressing and it's becoming increasingly difficult to rally my inner cheerleaders.
Now that I've made it abundantly clear that it's high-time to stop feeling sorry for myself, it's time for a new plan of attack:
1. Use vacation to Cape Cod next week to get back on track
2. Figure out how to demolish evil cramps forever
3. Finish every single run... even if I have to walk
4. Chill out
fdshfsjklaksivjusoj. OK. Wish me luck.
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