I have been a bad blogger lately. Mostly because I am so tired. So tired that accomplishing more than one thing a day is too much. I've been in bed a lot lately. I've been too tired to read, therefore haven't been reading your blogs, and too tired to write, therefore I haven't updated mine.
Regardless of my tiredness, one thing I haven't let go by the wayside is my running. I am now on Week 8 and today I just finished run two. This run is 4.46km long. I managed to run it in 35.42 minutes. My last run (same distance) I ran in 37.17minutes although it did include running up a big hill.
Today I really started to understand that running is a complete mental game. At the 1K mark, I really wanted to quit. I wasn't feeling the run, I was tired and sore already. Then when the little Nike + dude came on and reported I just ran 1.5K, I wanted to tell him to shut the F*ck up and throw my ipod across the road! I kind of have a love-hate relationship with the Nike + sensor dude. I hate him in the beginning for telling me I have run only 0.5km when I feel like I've run 5K already, but I love him when he tells me I only have 400 meters to go!
Today there was a lot of negative self talk going on. I just didn't know how I was going to finish. I kept moaning and groaning and beating myself up one minute, but then the next I'd snap out of it, and just say outloud (yes outloud...I'm sure my neighbours think I'm crazy) that I can do this, because I've done it before! Thankfully, I didn't give up and instead kicked some demon-negative self talk ass and didn't walk once. I ran the entire 4.46km and then passed out on the grass!!! I'm not going to lie, it was damn hard. Probably my hardest run yet, but it was also my longest and my fastest, but I did it, and that is something to be proud of. Fat chicks really can run!