This weekend I began to seriously question the future of my
running. I set out for my first double digit run, very uncertain and dreading
the whole experience. However, I set out anyway, knowing I would feel better
once I got into the run. Only I didn’t.
I am typically able to get up my usual hill without having to
take a walking break. This time I was barely able to get through 2 miles before
I had to stop and walk. I would begin running only to have to stop shortly
after. I was exhausted and simply did not have the energy to run. My lack of
sleep caught up to me. I’m sure getting to bed at 12 the night before didn’t
help matters either.
I decided I would allow myself to walk uphill, however, I would
run the descents. I was taking a path I hadn’t previously. I mapped it out,
however one of the roads I hadn’t been up ended up being a dead end. Thank God
for maps on my phone. I was able to find my way through the neighborhood and
was soon back on track.
Only I wasn’t really. Every ti…