That is the exact thought I had when I looked down at the treadmill. It’s hard to believe I once was able to not train for half marathons and PR. Right now running, ok let’s be real, fast walking (for me) 3 miles is exhausting. This week I’ve been
slightly sick lazy and run only once, oh and there was a stint at the gym too. I did 3 miles and it took me a whole 36 minutes. Which means that race I’m supposed to do in a few weeks maybe be my slowest 5k ever! Admittedly I had a bad attitude about it from the get-go and I could probably go faster if I did run-walk, but I was determined to not walk.
I know I used to LOVE running, but I’m having trouble falling back in love with it now that I am able to do it after my 7 month hiatus. I think a big part of it is that I’m exhausted by the end of the day and I feel defeated when I do run. I thought about trying to run in the mornings, but um…getting up at 4:o0 or so would mean I would only get an hour of sleep after Ella’s middle of the night feeding and not get to go back to bed until 9pm at the earliest. So, that would be 17 hours days at a minimum. My days are long enough thank you.
Can I run 20, ok even 5 miles right now? Nope. Can I run sub-9 min/miles? Definitely not. I’m back to square one which is frustrating and makes me not want to do it. My legs and my brain need a little extra encouragement. I set a goal for myself to run a half marathon distance (not necessarily an organized race) by the end of the year. That means I have just over three months to accomplish it.
I’m going to channel my inner Little Engine that Could…I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.