Well, it’s that time.
For someone like me, whose only consistency is inconsistency, you’ll know what I mean.
It feels like your about to dip your toe into a pond of freezing water. The situation feels murky, uncertain. You find yourself looking in the mirror, wondering “how out of shape could I be?”. Your quads aren’t as sharp and crisp underneath your skin, your calf muscles are sleepy, and the most revealing of all-your running shoes are clean.
I’m going to start running again, and tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. is my designated starting line.
The last time I ran was last Sunday. I had a brief rendezvous with the treadmill, but had to quit when a pack of my male relatives went down in the basement to watch the Super Bowl. I wanted to be courteous since the treadmill is pretty loud and the Super Bowl only comes once a year, so that ended that.
The biggest damper for me is a feeling of guilt. Am I going to actually become a runner again, or will I let life get in my way and quit when it gets hard? Will I fall back in love with running, or will I break up? Will my relationship with my body image ever improve? Or will I always be a whiny heap of laziness?
I guess I can only try and see.
Anybody have any tips or advice? Please share!
Running In Circles 