Don't Beat Yourself Up

That is something I have to often tell myself. Yesterday was the 35th Annual Turkey Trot in Wichita. I remember watching my dad run in this race probably 20 years back. It was a family affair this year with me, Hubs, Little Bit and my 14yo stepson participating. I finished in just under 23 minutes. I know for 2 miles it seems slow. I KNOW! And this is where the title comes around. I can't beat myself up over it. I am definitely my own worst critic and my own worst enemy. As we stuck around and listened to the results, there were people who finished the race in under 11 minutes. (Uh, I was still on my first mile at that point.) I started to feel discouraged. But, I took a step back from the situation and really looked at it. The people who are beating my pants off are lifelong runners. Or, maybe not lifelong, but have probably been doing this longer than 4 months. I also need to remember I am dealing with knee issues. (We found out I have tendonitis in my right knee.) I am just proud of myself for getting out there. Six months ago I would never have pictured myself competing in a race.

I'm getting off track. My point is, don't let the results of others get to you. If you stumble, get up. If you get off track, get back on. Have faith in yourself to see things through. Don't beat yourself up because people twice you age run twice as fast. Just get out there and do what you can with what you have.

Self Pity=Fat?

If you read one my first entries, I compared self pity to fat. How they both just kind of stick to you. Well, that's where I was; letting the self pity stick to me. You know what? It isn't worth it and the only way to get rid of it is to shake it off. Or in this case, run it off. God was speaking and I needed to listen. The littles stayed the night at Mimi's house. Big was a friends and hubs was sick. He gave me a night to straighten up. Once everyone was settled, I decided to go for a run. It wasn't a long one, just a mile and a half. But, it was what I needed. I did better than I thought I would. My time wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible. My endurance was WAY better than it was the other day. (Note to self: don't try to run after 3 hours of sleep and working an 8 hour overnight shift.) Nights like tonight when it is calm and peaceful reminds me of why I like to run. It creates a peace in me that I tend to push aside when dealing with everyone's emergencies.

The annual Turkey Trot is a week from today. I remember watching my dad run in it when I was young. My 5yo is running it this year. He might beat me, but I don't mind. He is starting this running thing young, and maybe that's a good thing. :)

Ugh

That's the only what I can describe what I am feeling as of late. I have been regressing instead of progressing. I think I am going to have to change my workout routine. I need to get back to running every day. I just feel better when I do. I am working alone several nights a week so it makes it difficult to run on shift. Then I'm so tired when I get home in the morning it's hard to find the motivation. But, I need to find it somewhere. I feel like I have worked to hard to just fall apart. I did register for the race next weekend. It's the annual Turkey Trot. It's only a 2 mile. There is a 10 mile, but I am nowhere near ready for it. I had hoped to, but it just hasn't worked in my favor. I have another 5K next month, and I imagine that will be the end of races for a while.

So, if any of you have any ideas for me, I am all ears. I am really going at this pretty blind so I need direction.

See...Slacking already

Well, not really. I warned you ahead of time I might not be good at updating every day. This week has been crazy. I've been at training for my job, so half marathon training has kind of been pushed to the side. I've been doing my running, but the other stuff has not occurred. I feel like I weigh a ton. Food at the academy isn't all that great. Plus, I'm sitting in a chair for 8 hours a day.

I did 3 miles today. Tomorrow I'm only at the academy until noon. Too bad we are going to Carriage Crossing when we are done. Saturday will be 4 miles. Sunday will be a recovery walk (which I'm sure I will end up running). I never thought I would miss running/exercising. Guess that makes me an addict.