Pushing Forward

I've been so, so unmotivated these last few weeks.  Being sick in itself was frustrating.  I hardly ever get sick, which makes it that much worse, but having to slow down is really hard for me.  I went from running my longest distance ever, seven miles, to running one mile hurting and not being able to breathe.  Annoying.  I really felt like I was having to start all over and I honestly wanted to cry.

Thank goodness for my hubby.  If he wasn't in this crazy mess of training with me, I would have probably given up.  This last week, I was still having a rough time, but made it on a few small runs.  But Sunday.. Sunday was my final push.  Our goal was ten miles.

I didn't make it ten, but I made it eight.  Shut the front door!  I was excited.  Although it wasn't to 'plan', I was still thrilled I made it longer than I had before. Ever.  Did I want to quit?  Duh.  Only on mile one, four, five, six, seven and eight - but I made it.  :o)  And this morning did I ever feel it.  Oh my body aches today, but I'm glad that I'm feeling back on track. 

The easy thing to do was to stop.  Love B