I have completed 4 marathons, 7 half marathons, and 3 relays.
Right now I can maybe run a mile. It would likely be a 12 minute mile. And then I would need an ice bath.
When I started running years ago, besides being younger and about 40 pounds lighter, I started slow. I celebrated the first half mile loop in my parents neighborhood. I slowly increased to a mile, then a mile and a half (I was lucky that each additional block added about a half mile) and I remember being stuck at the 2 mile distance for a while. Running up to the school and back was roughly 2.3 miles but there was a bit of a hill so I had to stop and walk part way.
My distance increased from there, slowly but surely until I could run 15 miles without stopping. All of my longer distances have had some walk breaks or rest breaks, but I could still put in some serious distance in a day.
So, uh, why can't I convince myself to follow this same method? Why do I feel compelled to start with 3 miles? I can't run 3 miles right now. I SHOULDN'T run 3 miles right now. Its asking for injury and will only set me up for failure and disappointment.
TODAY I DECLARE I WILL START RUNNING AGAIN.
I will run the loop by my house. I think it will be just over a half a mile. I will run this loop until it feels easy and I feel READY to go longer, not because I "should" go longer or because everyone else is going longer or no one will love me if I don't run longer.
Sorry, that got dark there. But sometimes its a little dark living with irrational Laura.
Confession: I actually started last night. I was pissed off from coming home to dog poop in the living room (because even though she pooped in the morning and again when I got home, there was another poop during the day?) so I threw on my clothes and went out for my loop.
I started jogging in the parking lot, my shins felt a little cranky but I felt good. I had been formulating this plan in my head and I started thinking wow, I'll have to find a new loop soon because this feels so easy!
HAHA, LOL, JK.
1/4 of the way through and I felt tired and terrible but not so terrible that I couldn't keep going. You know, basically the goal of this whole thing. Run a manageable distance until I feel like more would be manageable. That whole common sense thing.
Day 1 of running again is on the books. I feel excited, my plan feels manageable, and I feel like I can succeed.
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