I was all raring and ready to go. It was Jan 1st, my resolutions were safely tucked into nicely sized columns on my Excel spreadsheet, I had written out my workouts on the calendar and stocked up on healthy foods. I went to an hour and a half kickboxing class so intense I could barely lower myself onto the couch without groaning. I was starting out right.
Jan 2 I got sick. It was sick-achy on top of post-workout-achy and exhausted and miserable. Recovered nicely on Wednesday, came home Thursday from work vomiting through Friday. Quarantined through the weekend. Gnarly.
In the haze of round-robin sickness that enveloped my family for a week, we barely left the house to re-stock up on Ritz crackers and Sprite. It’s taken the last few days to even get enough energy stockpiled to take a walk longer than to the bathroom and back.
So you get it. I’ve been sick. I didn’t kick off the New Year like I wanted to. Despite being sick, the scale still reads the same annoying number that it did on Dec. 31. Its frusterating.
Cue last night. I actually FELT like going for a run. And since I’ve completely abandoned my training plan for the Disneyland Neverland 5K coming up this month, I knew I needed to hop back on the proverbial horse and get moving if I have any hope of finishing. Suited up, stroller locked and loaded with 60 lbs of child, I headed out for what I’d hoped would be an easy mile.
I wish this was the part where I told you how great I felt. How my feet were gliding over the sidewalk and the stroller felt like pushing a cloud full of down feathers and puppies. That instead of 1 mile, I breezed through 3 and now have every confidence in my 5K abilities.
Well, it sucked. I shuffled and tripped and breathed awkwardly heavily. The few times that passing headlights shone my shadow onto the sidewalk beside me, I looked more Hunchback than Tinkerbell. I kid you not when I tell you that a man on a motorized scooter flew past me.
But I finshed. A mile. Then I walked a little so I didn’t sound like I’d just completed a triathalon when I walked back through the door.
Instead of feeling discouraged at a difficult run, I decided to be proud of myself for getting out there and move on. I wrote down my little “1″ on my workout calendar spreadsheet, and I’ll try again tomorrow.
Here’s to hoping that some of that Disney magic kicks in at the 5K. I promise a whole post-run report- good, bad or inbetween!
How do you stay motivated after being out of the game for a little while, and how do you recover from a bad workout?