So, I have been honest recently in saying that I stopped my fitness routine for a while. Blah blah blah, excuses, plain and simple I stopped for at least three weeks. I took a look in the mirror and thought, “Not again.” Thus, I made a comeback run today.
The gods have forsaken me apparently because that run was hell.
Every comeback run is going to feel terrible, that’s just how it works. It’s as though your body is reminding you of the consequences of stopping your workouts. I was no exception.
From the minute I began to move, my mind was alive. Excuses began pouring out. My legs were heavy and tired. My lungs felt like they weren’t taking in enough oxygen. Even the sun was an excuse, the sun! I remember thinking for a moment, “It’s way too bright outside, if I don’t have my sunglasses I might damage my eyes.”
After laughing at my pathetic excuse, I decided there was nothing that could stop me.
Running is both a liberation and a torture at the same time. It’s you versus your body and a lot of times it hurts. However, to be out there, to be running and only thinking about breathing and where to place your next foot; that’s what it’s all about. Being healthy just plain feels good.
The runner is back and I’m going to make my muscles hate me tomorrow when I workout. Bring on the pain.
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