I thought I was a true runner and what I thought would be about a 2-3 week break from running turned into 4 months...laziness is what I think you call it. Of course I didn't stop cold turkey, but I'm starting to feel the effects and find that the 4 month break wasn't such a good idea as I slowly begin huffing and puffing through my training for marathon #2. Ever since I completed my marathon, my motivation to train is almost none...yikes
I don't know why, but running is all mental for me, and it always has been. I've never liked it much and as crazy as it sounds I guess you could say that is why I do it. I'm not so much addicted to the actual running part itself but to what I feel once I've crossed that finish line. I've been reading all these books about how running, at least for some people, is a form of stress relief, and let me just say that if I ran to de-stress myself, I'd be the lucky one. In fact, I'm pretty sure just the thought of running stresses me out, and I've come to the conclusion that running and I have a love-hate relationship. But here I am...all suited up and ready for a run in the rain.
All it takes is commitment...one day to get yourself out there and run, and my problem at this point is consistency. The consistency of making up my mind that I will run 5 days a week and the constant commitment that I will get my butt up and run on saturday AND sunday.
I'll get there...I've got to. Marathon #2 is just a mere 146 days away...
