Day One, again.

Saying my running has been sporadic would be exaggerating. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve run since Thanksgiving.

My list of excuses is flimsy and now that it’s warming up the biggest excuse is moot. So today I went back out.

And I felt depressingly out of shape. In the past, when I felt this way I stopped trying.

The difference is that now I know I can run, and that’s enough to keep me trying.

So I didn’t run long, and there was actually a lot of walking involved, but let’s call this Day One of The Rest of My Life.

Tiptoeing back in

I ran today for the first time in a long while. I was so pleased that Phil agreed to run with me. I think if he hadn’t I would have walked quite a bit.

We only ran for 26 minutes or so, and I was out of breath the whole time. My body wasn’t thrilled about being put back to work. It was an unpleasant surprise how out of shape I’ve become, but it was nice to realize that I haven’t slid all the way back to where I started.

The weather was pretty nice, and the views were gorgeous as always. Now I just need to get back in the habit.

I really didn’t want to run tonight.

I mean really, really did not want to. I don’t know why. I just didn’t feel like it. It was cold, it was wet, I had a lot to do and not enough time to do it.

But I sat around feeling guilty and finally decided to just get out there. And at first I was miserable. Very cold, and I just wasn’t enjoying myself. I’d even brought my husband’s iPod along in the hopes that it would make me feel more motivated. And let me just say, Metallica is not the best music to run to.

I was dying to turn around and go home but I promised myself I’d give it 10 minutes. And at the 10 minute mark I decided I would run for another 5. By that time I was feeling good, running was fun, and I was so glad I’d stuck with it. I turned off the iPod and enjoyed the remainder of the run.

Tonight I ran for 30 minutes. I felt good for the first 15, a little tired for the last.

I’m afraid I haven’t run for a week now. With the change in weather I’m not sure how to keep my momentum.

I swore I’d pick it back up tonight but then my evening fell apart. Good thing there’s always tomorrow.

My other “running” blog

Over at Postcards from home, several of us are keeping track of the miles we log and posting virtual postcards of places we might visit along the way to our destination.

I started from my home Mapleton, Utah and my goal is to run approximately 60 miles over the next few months which is the equivalent of running to Temple Square. Wish me luck!

Spanish Fork 5K race report

Phil & I ran in the Spanish Fork 5K this morning. It was kind of a last minute decision; we’d talked about it but since we haven’t been running regularly we didn’t commit until the late last night.

I had three goals but didn’t expect to achieve all three.

1. Finish the race. ;)
2. Run the entire time.
3. Finish in 36 minutes.

Phil’s knee was really bothering him & so was his stomach, so he kept pace with me for most of the race. We came in around 34 minutes. Running wasn’t easy but it wasn’t so tough, and I felt really great after. I felt good all day long.

Last night I vowed to get back into the groove of running.

This morning I couldn’t bring myself to roll out of bed after 5 hours of sleep. This evening Phil & I agreed we’d run at 8:00. It’s so much easier to run when someone else is there. At 6:50 he remembered he had a 7:00 meeting. I waited until 8:00 for him to get home. Then 8:30, then 9:00. It was getting dark and I was kicking myself for not going sooner. So I headed out - alone - and I ran until I couldn’t see where I was going. No heart rate monitor or GPS but I think I ran for about 20 minutes. My legs protested in the beginning but it was starting to feel good towards the end.

I’m back in my groove.

Catching up.

It’s been a week since I last ran. I am astounded how easy it was to fall out of what I thought was a real habit. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t felt well but I didn’t hardly miss running during that time.

But tonight I got back out there & it felt really good. Which I am glad for; I needed that to keep me motivated. I ran for 35 minutes and went 2.56 miles.

We’re planning to run another 5k at the end of the month.

I love to run, and most times I feel great when I finish. But that doesn’t mean I always feel like running.

Like today. I had plenty of reasons not to do it, but I didn’t want to let my coach down. (Yes, I’m a people pleaser, and it’s served me well when it comes to running.) Sometimes I really enjoy my 50 minute runs, and other times I spend a lot of time looking at my watch. Tonight was the latter.

The days have been warm lately but tonight there was a cool breeze that made being outside really pleasant. And it was quiet and peaceful. I really did enjoy being out there, but like so many runs lately I just couldn’t seem to find my groove. I really really wanted to stop by the time I reached the halfway point. The main reason I didn’t is because I was so far from home. It made more sense to keep running than it did to start walking.

My legs have been aching most nights, too. I think it might be because I often forget to stretch.