Running is frustratingly hard these days. I managed to gain some weight over the winter and I’m paying for it now.
When I started back up, several weeks ago, I was so slow that my running app didn’t even recognize my running as running.
That was discouraging.
My good friend Piper reminded me that it’s not how slowly I run, it’s that I run.
I found the above picture, smiled and then laughed at myself. This is me. This is where I am. I could be angry or even disappointed in myself, but that’s wasted energy.
I run. I run slow, but I run.
To be sure, I want to run faster and longer. I want to do 5K’s, 10k’s and half-marathons again. That’s the far off goal.
The immediate goal is to run 30 minutes without stopping to walk. That goal is about 8 weeks away.
Yesterday I noticed that I didn’t want to pass out after each interval of running and that was reassuring.