That's right. The truth is out. I am no longer running Just for the kids. I am running for me. Selfish as it might be, it is the truth. The added benefit is that I hope to be around long enough to see my great-grandchildren, but in the meantime, I will be running and seeking the Truth for myself.
I am closing this blog as I have decided to chronicle my entire journey in one blog rather than two.
I hope you decide to visit!
Running Towards Him
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Running in Soup
Another week of low mileage for this wanna-be ultra marathoner! A wonderful spasm in my neck presented itself on Monday morning and hung until until, well, it really hasn't left yet.
Thankfully, a few sessions using my pink rubber ball and some stretching seems to have it under control, so I felt like I could get a run in today.
Not sure what the problem was with my legs today. They felt dead. I've been off for a week. They should have felt rested, and yet, I couldn't pick them up. Cut two miles off the run just to get home.
Last weekend I felt very similar. Not sure what the problem is. Maybe it is running alone that is getting to me. I tend to push myself harder when I am running with others, but I am on a quest to learn how to run solo. That will be my most difficult challenge as a face my first 100 miler. Aside from the obvious physical demands.
I find that I am a bit frustrated with myself. Ever since my DNF at Hell's Hills, I've been in a slump. Thought I was ok with everything surrounding that event and I don't regret my decision to DNF, but I have noticed that the motivation is lacking, the excuses are getting more and more frequent to not run.
Not sure where this will lead me, but for now, I will just keep slugging through and try to come out of this funk.
Thankfully, a few sessions using my pink rubber ball and some stretching seems to have it under control, so I felt like I could get a run in today.
Not sure what the problem was with my legs today. They felt dead. I've been off for a week. They should have felt rested, and yet, I couldn't pick them up. Cut two miles off the run just to get home.
Last weekend I felt very similar. Not sure what the problem is. Maybe it is running alone that is getting to me. I tend to push myself harder when I am running with others, but I am on a quest to learn how to run solo. That will be my most difficult challenge as a face my first 100 miler. Aside from the obvious physical demands.
I find that I am a bit frustrated with myself. Ever since my DNF at Hell's Hills, I've been in a slump. Thought I was ok with everything surrounding that event and I don't regret my decision to DNF, but I have noticed that the motivation is lacking, the excuses are getting more and more frequent to not run.
Not sure where this will lead me, but for now, I will just keep slugging through and try to come out of this funk.
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