Three months of 2011 have passed and I can count on one hand how many times I have ran. Three. Once in January, once in February, and once in March. Did I mention that all three times were during a race? I was hoping that I would be a lot further along with my running this year. A crazy winter and a bit of anxiety induced depression kicked my 2011 off at a snails pace.
Training kick off week is certainly kicking something....my ass. First there was boot camp (still traumatized). Then I went out for my first official training run and it was humbling to say the least. The schedule called for 3 miles today and I shaved it down to 2 miles. I was hoping by cutting the mileage, I would be able to have a better quality run. It was brutal. I cramped, I huffed and puffed, and I eventually broke down and walked. I certainly could feel those 10 extra pounds taunting me the whole time.
It is pure hell starting running again. I often imagine starting up running is like coming off of drug addiction. The difference is that you but your self through hell to get to enjoy running rather than liking it right away. Since I am serial running starter and stopper, I do know that the next two weeks are going to be HELL! So bear with me while I complain about ever single ache and pain of getting my running legs back. I am having a hard time believing that running can be enjoyable.