Running Diary, Week 3: Nothing to report and I feel fine
There’s a recurring theme on this blog, something I’ve been coming up against frequently and that is trying to regain control through productivity. Many of my posts concentrate on putting myself back in the power position, allowing myself to control my own narrative once again. This week has been a significant turning point for me and I’m beginning to accept that I can’t always do that. There will be days that I feel great and can push myself but there are also moments that I need to acknowledge my own circumstance. The challenge in this, and all things in life, is finding the balance between the two.
I didn’t think my running schedule could get any worse than it was, but it did resulting in ZERO runs this week. Normally I would have felt sad and disappointed in myself, upset that I’m not making the progress that I wanted but considering I’ve been working long days for the last week, ranging from 9.5 hours to 15 hours, I’m OK with giving myself a break. At a different time in my life, even a few weeks ago, I would have chalked this up as another excuse, and perhaps it is. Some people may have been able to power through their work out, feeling better for it in the end but not me, not right now. I’m falling in love with exercise again, and learning to enjoy running, so I can’t measure myself against other people or even what I used to do.
With that being said, I’m starting to recover from my week of madness and am feeling excited for the challenge of getting into a routine again. I’m not certain if this is the sleep deprivation speaking but perhaps I really have turned a corner? Hopefully next week will bring more exciting news.
P.S. The header photo is supposed to demonstrate how I’m learning to take it easy now. I know my photo skills need to improve so please bear with me. Thanks!