That’s all this blog is now. Me telling myself to run. I’m sorry if you were expecting more.
ME:"It's so warm in this bed."
BRAIN:"DUDE!?!? RUNNING. IT'S GO TIME!!!"
BRAIN:"You'll thank me later asshole."
Running motivation is at an all time low.
Still I run.
But I’m really hating it.
On days when I don’t run, I still feel the need to do something: push-ups, pull-ups, stretches, planks, something, ANYthing.
I know this particular tumblr has not been so active. Short posts about the weather or being injured. I’m busy with my first placement. I’m still running. Some days its a struggle. Some days its a joy. This tumblr exists merely to keep me honest. To remind myself that running is a part of my life and that I cannot let those lazy more unhealthy demons enter back into my life. It keeps me focused. So I apologize if this is not exciting or interesting. But honestly, it’s not really about you. It’s about me. Pure vanity.
3 days later and knee is ok. It’s the worst thing in the world but taking a break and letting your body sort itself out. Patience. Time. Healing. These things work.
Knee is fucked. No running for the next couple of day. Total agony. Fuck….
I’m never certain which is worse: the mental pain of missing running or the physical pain from an injury from running.
Was frustrated from a long day and needing a run. But my left knee has been feeling sore. I decided to push through the pain.
It’s autumn. It’s getting colder. I’m still running.
"My preference is really just to move all the time."
I’m never certain of the exact date. That was a fuzzy time. I was still deciding on things. No matter, it’s some where around this time.
3 years. 3 years of running. I’ve kept the weight off. I’ve changed my diet. I’ve maintained a healthy lifestyle. This isn’t humble-bragging. This is me living up to my name, which literally translates as “pride”. That’s what running has given me. I’m proud. I will keep going. One foot in front of the other.
I kill it. Every. Single. Day.