I have been really struggling with running since the marathon. Not so much with the actual running, but with WANTING to run. So many days I just don’t. I have to force myself to get out there and do it.
In attempt to make myself want to run, I’ve been participating in a lot of challenges. I’m doing Quadrathon’s Swap Beat (lost a few pounds, yay!), Run to Finish’s HBBC (28.1 points this week), and even RunnerMom’s challenge to weigh the same (or less) on January 1 as I did on December 1. And of course, there’s my 1000 mile goal. I’m running, but I’ve been just making myself do it because I need to.
So, why did I actually want to run yesterday and want to do a decently long run. Viper. He’s in pursuit of 1000 miles as well and he’s gaining on me. I ran 8.1 miles yesterday (9:28 pace) so that I could keep ahead of him. (Yes, I realize that the competition is only in my head and that if he happens to read this, he could easily catch up and pass me, but hey I’ll take motivation wherever I can find it LOL).
Last night I basically drank my dinner at a neighbor’s party, so today’s 3 miles are going to be a bit rough. And for the record, if a gay guy (who I’ve known for long time and who has never commented on my physical appearance before) asks if I’ve always been this skinny and then later tells me that my jeans make my a$$ look great, I will wear those jeans every.chance.I. get. And maybe buy stock in the company LOL.