Pressure

I went running this morning. It sucked. I sucked. My body just felt wrong. Everything felt forced. And, at one point, I felt like gagging. It was not pleasant.

I have been making too many excuses: it's too cold, it's too dark, it's too wet, I'm traveling, I'm not sleeping enough, I'm too tired, on and on and on. But, this week is a new week, and I will get back on track with my running routine, especially since I told Winnie that I would run the 5K event for liver health with her in about two weeks. (I need to remember to register for the race tomorrow.) She said that all her other friends and family members could and would walk the event, but that she was going to run it and that she was going to run it with me.

Sure, I've run 3.1 miles before. I've run more than that before. She and I have run more than that together before. But, after feeling so out of it and so off lately, I'm nervous that I won't be able to make it and that I'll wuss out and walk.

So, I have about two weeks to make running 3 miles feel like a breeze again. I was able to do it before and I will be able to do it again. And, it will start with tomorrow morning. I'll be up at 5:30am (even if it is dark), go for my morning run, and do some strength training and stretching when I get home. No wussing out.