Friday, March 08, 2013
Today's run felt tired again, so I walked some to make it bearable. (see yesterday's entry - Bouncing Back).
Three years ago, I qualified for the Boston Marathon at Shamrock in Virginia Beach, running a 3:44 (26.2 miles) and placing 5th in the 40-44 women age group. Today, I was huffing and puffing, only running 1/10 of that distance, in an overall pace of 10:37.
I remember when I was so fit and fast 3 years ago. I had worked hard for a good 9 months and it paid off. I vowed to never lose this fitness level I had worked so hard to attain. Then, injury struck. I had a subluxed cuboid bone in my foot. I was not able to run for a good 6 months.
I *should* have cross-trained. I should have ridden a stationary bike and swum. (Elliptical bothered it.) Why didn't I do it? Why could I not envision the future and how much more frustrating it would be to have to start over again, than to simply do what I needed to do to get through a difficult time?
I've had to start over in so many other ways. Many times, I've stopped stretching, either because I'm pressed for time or I just don't like doing it. The result is always the same. Injury (which has ranged from mild to severe). I've stopped counting calories before. The result? The weight creeps back up and I can't fit in my pants. I've stopped my weekly cleaning routine and the house gets messy.
I need to remember that no matter how much of a pain something seems, or how I might rather be doing something else, I have to keep the future in sight and remember where I want to be.