I am back from vacation, unpacked and getting back into the swing of things. Somewhere between New Hampshire and California, Ella caught strep throat, so sleep is in short supply and patience and understanding is in great demand. I did manage to get in a run yesterday before our trip to urgent care and it was not pretty!
Got my stretch in and started with a nice walk and then got to jogging. I decided not to jump back in with a program run, rather, I'd just go out and see what I could do after three weeks of very undicsiplined, unstructured running. It was not good. Far from going out there and running 20 minutes without stopping, I was tired and out of breath far earlier than I had been. I went about 2 1/2 miles and I'd venture to say a good mile plus of it was walking. I'm sure that part of the problem was lack of sleep. Of course, some of it was just being out of practice and routine. The last of it though, I suspect was lack of structure. I should have had more of a plan and pushed myself to reach goals. C'est la vie. Live and learn. Tomorrow morning I will get up and I am going to step back to a week 4 workout. I will most likely do this once then go back to week 5 and repeat it in its entirety then move forward from there.
I have mixed feelings about what has happened here. I am glad I made the most of my vacation. I saw so many old and good friends, spent time with my family and did so many fun things with my kids. It was a very well spent, exhausting time and I loved every minute of it. I am disappointed though that it came at the cost of my running momentum. I wish that I had been able to carry on while I was back there and not lose the drive I had. So many of my fellow runners are so crushed to lose their momentum due to injury and I have always felt so bad for them because I knew how important the routine and consistency was to my success. Now I am there because of choice, not circumstance. Honestly, I am not being too hard on myself. I just wish I could have had my cake and ate it too.
I do remain committed to this and tomorrow will be the first day of the next stage in this process for me. A new starting point with the same finish line in sight. My choice may have made the road to the finish a little harder, but I will get there. So, here, I pick up the old mantra, like the Olympic torch, raise it high and carry it with pride: I CAN DO IT!