So pretty much rock bottom in my running life happened last week. I was on my way up a long hill and nearly panicked when I looked up and saw how far I had to go. I felt like death.
Still, with some encouragement, I pressed on. At the top I doubled over and nearly started to cry.
Three setbacks over the last six months have been devastating to my fitness and that’s a fact. I can either cry about it, or I can press on.
That day was the worst. Every day since then have been better. Slowly I am feeling more like myself; still, it’s going to be a long time until I feel that runner’s high of yesterday (year).
I have been allowing little things to trip me up, or stop my progression. Weather, fatigue, illness, niggle. All of them. I have been milking this pity party.
Luckily, the timing of this renewal is perfect. I’ve had some outside stressors that have recently been removed, and for that I am grateful. I will have more energy for running, and less negativity in my life, which is always good.
The fire is starting to burn deep in my belly again, after lying dormant for way too long.
I am ready.
My plan is to work on strength for up to three months, so that I reduce the frustration I feel from being so far from where I used to be.
That means lots of hills, strides, tempo intervals and threshold runs. I will take breaks where needed.
Most importantly, it’s great to take the pressure off and relax into training. Finally.
By January my engine should be revved and ready to go.