01:: So, I have these diamond studs that I wear during my runs. It's my little way of trying to look cute while running {Trust me, I am not cute when I run, I'm a hot mess}. Somehow, I have managed to loose them this week, and I'm so sad. {I'll be headed to Charming Charlie to buy another pair - and maybe a few more things - soon!!}
02:: On Wednesday, hubs practically dragged me out the door to go for our run. Seriously, I did NOT want to go and had all of my excuses lined up. I'm tired. The house is messy. I just want to be home - we haven't been home all week. Ten minutes into the run, I was so thankful that man made me do it. It was one of the best runs we've had recently - even with the speed work.
03:: Success really is just doing it. It doesn't matter if it's only for ten minutes, or if it's slow, or if you look like a hot mess. I'm thankful for the small successes.
04:: Last week when we ran our intervals, this man cheered us on from his front porch. His encouragement surprised me at first, and I wondered if he was making fun of me. But, he wasn't. It was exactly what I needed to keep sprinting through that first set.
05:: I am so humbled and honored by friends who have recently said my ridiculous instagram pictures have inspired them. Your words keep me motivated and mean the world to me. Thank you!
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Alright, here's where I post about how awesome my run was yesterday and how I killed it. Ugh, let me be honest, I did not kill it. I survived it. It was a tough run.
1. First off, I was sore from Monday's run, which left my pace a little slower. {Sidenote, Monday's run was awesome - I pushed myself on speed and to pick up my feet instead of my usual shuffle}.
2. Work was a little rough yesterday because I wasn't nearly as productive as I had hoped to be, which made me less motivated to exercise when I got home.
3. I wore shorts for intervals - that was a BAD idea. My shorts kept riding up, which in and of itself is pretty uncomfortable. The bigger issue is that I'm embarrassed of how I look in said shorts while running, especially when they creep on up to. Not to mention the thighs rubbing together thing. Altogether uncomfortable. I will not be wearing shorts on a run anytime soon. Anybody feel me on this one?
4. Most importantly, somewhere in my mind I think that because I've decided to start exercising that running should be easy. It's just not easy. It's not supposed to be easy. This expectation is where there is a break-down. I compare myself to some of my friends who seem to be able to run several miles with MUCH greater ease than me. Why can't I be like them? Then, I get down on myself for my supposed lack of success. Yesterday, I wanted to quit my run before I even started the intervals.
Usually I feel pretty good after a run but not yesterday. Hubs had to remind me of the success. My thinking has to change so that I can see finishing the run {or even getting out there in the first place?} makes it a worthwhile workout. I'm hoping that one day soon these runs get a little easier.
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