It seems like it’s been ages since the last time I felt the urge to lace up and hit the pavement.
When I got to dress up like the true cat lady I am go for a purrfect-run!
(Not as cool as these costumes though…)
My goal after that hectic weekend was to totally chill out for a week, then gradually get back into the groove and maintain my base until the New Year, when I promise to reveal my next big goal.
But I have found the getting back into the groove part to be tougher than expected. Blame it on the early darkness, fatigue or just laziness, I don’t know, but I’m just not feeling like my peppy self.
Last week was the first full week back on track, and I worked out three times, including two spinning classes, some strength training and an easy 5K run near my house.
So far this week I’ve only gone to the gym once, where I ran 5K on the treadmill, did 5 mins of rowing, and blasted away at some ab exercises.
I can’t help but feel that my confidence is waning. I feel bloated and tired. That speedy half-marathon, my personal best that made me so proud, feels like eons ago. Why?
It seems that not much compares to pushing to your physical limits. Probably why people say they get addicted to running, and continuing to increase their distances.
For now, I’m not planning on going on any long runs beyond 10K. I’d like to keep running outside until the snow falls, at least once a week, plus two to three more sessions doing anything in the gym.