I just wanna RUN!

And I can't. Or haven't been able to. It's been a week. Deb has ran. Deanna has ran. But when I try to run it feels like lead legs. Thump. Thump. Thump. And it hurts.

I did yoga in Tuesday and even that was a bit uncomfortable. It felt good. But it was uncomfortable.

Thursday I was hoping to run. But the moment my feet hit the track and my mind tried to get them to go, I felt every step I took. So I walked. Pretty fast too. Two laps around the outer part of the Rec Center. I hate the rec center track. Maybe that's why I couldn't run.

Maybe my body isn't ready to run.

This morning I went to the gym with BFFAE. She on the elliptical. Me on the dreadmill. I was determined to try this again. And I tried. And I failed. At least in the running. I did walk 4 miles in an hour. And bumped the incline up to 7 for 1/2 mile at a 4 speed. And up and down a little for about a mile. It felt good. But running. Yeah not so much. Dead legs. Thump. Thump. Thump. And it wasn't just my legs. My whole body felt blah.

I am so discouraged. I feel like a failure. And I know I am not. But I do. Let me break it down for you....
For the last 13 weeks or so all I have done is run. Run. Run. Speedwork. Long runs. Hills. Tempos. Thirteen+ weeks of running and training. And all of a sudden it hurts?! I. Do. Not. Understand. Ok. I do. To a degree. My body needs to rest and recuperate. My head knows it doesn't have to get up and run. It knows it doesn't have to train. It knows it can rest. And it needs to rest. But come on! I'm not looking to run 6 miles. Heck I'd settle for 3! Geez! Even 1 mile would be an accomplishment.

I've been told I need to rest. I've been told I'm being too hard on myself. I've been told that sometimes the recovery time is 1 day for each mile. So 13 days for me. And I know all this. But it is still hard. It is gut wrenching actually.

I can't really remember when I first ran after the Cap City Half in May. Maybe if I could remember I would feel better about this situation I am in.

Regardless, I have enjoyed not waking up at o'dark thirty this week. At least not to an alarm I set on my phone. My internal alarm clock has yet to shut off. It's still waking up at 430. Thinking it has to run. But I easily fall back asleep. So I am catching up on my sleep. Which is good. I'm also catching up, slowly, on the other things I need I do around the house.

I miss my running buddies too.

I may not be able to run, but I'm gonna walk. And walk fast. Until I can run again. Hopefully in another week!

I do have another race to train for! HOT CHOCOLATE 15k in November! But I'm fairly trained, I just want to be sure I can run!

So run for me. Send me your good vibes. Maybe I will be running next week. Or the week after. But I will be back out there. With a vengeance too!

Run. Strong. NOW! ;)
-t-