I woke up this morning feeling better then I did yesterday. Yesterday, I had a nose full of snot and a cloudy brain. Today, I was a woman ready to move forward. This Saturday I am running my first 5K, on the biggest drinking day of the year. The St Paddy’s Day Dash happens to start in my hood, by Seattle Center. After a painful 6 months or so, I had been trying to run and work at running. I didn’t feel like I was accountable to anything, least of all myself. I signed up for the race and immediately felt better.
I am someone who does not choose working out over eating or drinking. Or sleeping. Or anything for that matter. It’s been… interesting. Fighting tooth and nail, I am at a point where I am ready to do the work for the big pay off. The Paddy’s Dash is just the beginning. I am officially registered for the Seattle Rock N Roll half marathon. Shit, I totally registered for a half marathon.
Tonight’s run is a great example of how truly confusing this whole thing is to me. I am finally able to run 5 miles straight. After 6-8 months, off and on running. Tonight I managed 4. Any beginner would feel great about even stepping on the treadmill. I cooled down, wiped off my machine and went looking for someone to punch. Huh?
Running is helping me work through a lot of emotions and meat product. Apparently, I don’t run long enough to work through all of it at once. I walked home through the nasty slush and felt ashamed. Why couldn’t I run further? Why am I so upset? What the fuck is my problem? I feel like a crazy person. FINE, crazier person.
Coincidentally, running and eating vegetarian have been two new things I have successfully been unsuccessful at. But tonight, I ate my salad grumpy while planning tomorrow’s workout. Slow like a slug, I am getting there.
Today I ran 4.35miles in 50:06min. No meat today. I did eat an extremely big handful of choco chips.
On my mind: The Galloway Method-Friend or Foe? Will I still feel good about all of this working out and eating right if I don’t start losing some serious weight? I dress like a slob at the gym. Is it hurting my self-esteem? I am going on some holidays soon. I want to work out while on these trips. Wishful thinking?
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