So today when I laced up my pretty pink running sneakers I was all woohoo! I'm going to kick butt! I can rock 3, maybe even 4 miles!
Yeah, not so much.
|Pre-run... no way am I putting |
the post-run pic on the internet.
I ran 2.5 miles. 2.5 painful exhausting miles. Not going to lie, I was bummed. I worked so hard last spring, summer, and fall, to get to a place where running was enjoyable and relaxing. Where I was running a 5k and loving it... and now it's gone. Now I'm starting over. I'm not giving up though, I'm going to start out slow, and build back up to where I was, and hopefully further... it just suck to lose all that hard work.
It's also scary knowing that I'm running a mud run at the end of the month. I'm assuming running in mud is hard then running in ice/slush, so It's going to be hard. Clearly I need to train, and train hard to be ready for it, because I do not want to make a fool of myself in the mud.