I'm still running, in case you were curious. Sometimes I have a tendency to abandon these "missions" that I get into my head. Sometimes I fall off the wagon. I have tied myself to this wagon and I'm not letting go. This chick is running a 5K, alright?
So running... it's still happening. But it's harder than I thought. Why can't I just jump on a treadmill and run 10 miles, you know? I get to the gym all motivated and ready to rock at running. Then, poof! I'm five minutes in and all that motivation dissolves. My muscles hurt, I've got a cramp, my nose is running (more than I am)... etc. Not good.
I push through and I do the best I can, but some days are such a struggle that I do think about jumping from the wagon. Will it ever get easier? Am I training the right way? What if I don't make it?
Then I have days like Thursday, when I manage to run for 18 minutes straight, no break. A record for me. I was feeling good, almost like I could call myself a runner. Almost.
And just as quickly, the pendulum swings back the other way and I have a day like yesterday. We decided to go for a jog outside (gym was super busy) and I go about 2 minutes before I want to die. Hills. Cold air. Pavement. Things I don't encounter on the treadmill, things I will encounter when I attempt that 5k. What happens when I get off that treadmill? What's the big deal about running outside?
Why I am torturing myself like this?
Right, new commitment to fitness. Right. Stay focused, Haddad. Stick with it.
But in all seriousness, this is so much harder than it looks. I'm doing my best and I'm improving, for sure. I just wish it wouldn't take so darn long.
And as for that pavement.... you better look out. As soon as it gets warmer, I'm comin' for you.