When did I become a runner? How did this happen? At what point was my sister not the only runner in the family?? Next year I have 3 half-marathons planned (still looking to find 1 more). I have 3 10Ks (6.2miles) I am planning on, the first one being beginning of March. I plan to run a weekly 5k. and do actual 5k races. I want to run most daily. It calms me. Like any good workout I dislike it pretty greatly while I’m doing it, but afterwards I feel invigorated.
Working out has become a habit. something I do because I want to, but because I feel better afterwards.
November sucked for me. I feel like I alluded to that in my last post. It truly did. I hit a pretty bad funk. My nutrition was not great, I struggled to eat, let alone gain enough calories. I dropped my calorie intake by about 3-500 on any given day. I struggled to make it to the gym and go “balls to the wall”. My Trainer and I had many “real talks” where she told me to cut it out, and to get serious again. Finally at the end of the month I came clean about my struggles with my fitfam, and accountability group. From there I was able to make a plan.
Since making a plan I feel so much better, I am back on track, and happier. I still have really emotional days. Where I sit in the gym locker room pretty much up until the class it about to start, or where I walk into a class, wish the music was louder, and punch the crap out of a bag, where I bring my own intensity rather than relying on the instructor. Some days it’s Therapy. And yet other days it’s a social hour where we work our butts off and feel great after.
I chose not to measure in December, which is something I generally look forward to. I chose to get refocused and ready to conquer new challenges, to continue to work out, and be absolutely obsessed with fitness, because I love it, and it makes me a better person, rather than because I have this race, goal, or whatever. I am in love with fitness. I love everything about it, in such a holistic way.
I didn’t hit a plateau physically, but I did hit one mentally. I tried to prepare for it, and didn’t. I struggled through it, and chose to change things up. I pushed through where I wanted to quit. I kept going, and checked in where I wanted to cry, and stay home. For that I am Stronger Everyday!
My next Big “race”/Adventure is: a RUCK Tough Race! I am doing one with My Trainer. and absolutely Terrified! Here is a Link to give you a sneek peak. I’m still not sure I am strong enough. But I am doing this! and I will finish it successfully.
Also guys, Balance is hard.
– ebs
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