Tuesday, April 17, 2012
I have been pretty sick for the past week. My kids passed this croupy cough phlegm sickness through the house and bleh. I'm on my last day of antibiotics. I have missed running so last night I decided to give it a go. Boy was it tough. My lungs are still congested but I found my pace and breathed through it and hacked out all the yuckiness and today I feel much better. But it got me to thinking. There are a lot of times I'm running and it's uncomfortable or I'm tired and want to quit, but don't. I'll allow myself to walk a little but then I pick up again. I think to myself, this must be muscle memory. I get into the groove of moving and keep going. I don't fully understand how. I just know I can. I don't push myself to the point of pain, but there is a different feeling to jogging and being "out of breath" but knowing I'm not really out of breath. I call it muscle memory.
I ran through a group of about 50 people doing Couch to 5K Training and that breathed new wind into my sails. And even though I was bushwhacked at the end of my 4.5 mile run, I felt better than when I started.
This healthy living thing does get easier as time goes by. I'm making better choices and still find eating less carbs and sugars kicks my cravings. I didn't eat any candy for Easter but indulged in a whole wheat sweet bread recipe for fun. Today is a beautiful day. And I feel beautiful in it.