Remember when I wrote about running a 10K? And then sometimes, I would mention every once in a while that I ran this morning or that it helps to keep me sane?
I have gone running once in the last three weeks. It did not go well. I knew it would be hard, I was dreading it and I didn't feel good starting out. I didn't run my usual route, I went for a shorter one and still didn't run the whole thing. I estimate I ran a mile and a half.
Today, I read that Katie Holmes ran the NYC Marathon and I was jealous. I should have ran that. Nevermind the fact that I haven't run more than 6 miles since my 10K in April. It just made me think, if she can do it, so can I!
I don't doubt that I could do it. If I had someone to watch my kids while I go running, clean my house, do the laundry, fix dinner, wash dishes etc. Am I making excuses? Kind of. But at the same time, I haven't been able to get out of the house to go for a 3 or 4 mile run let alone train for a marathon!
It's hard being so dependant on Drew's schedule for me to be able to exercise.
I just have to get my lazy butt out of bed at like 6 to be able to run and get back for Drew to get to school. It shouldn't be that hard, right?
But it is. It is that hard. It is hard to get out of a nice toasty bed and go outside in the wind and cold.
I need to do it. I want to do it. Do I want to do it badly enough?