There are good days and then there are the days where it’s a struggle to do damn near everything.  We all have days like these ones.  The coffee isn’t made in the morning, your stomach is hurting from whatever food or drink you consumed sometime earlier, your job isn’t as fun as you want it to be and yet you still get up.  You go make the coffee, silently scolding yourself for forgetting it the night before.  Instead of just chilling on Facebook, you notice that not only did the coffee not get done, but, in fact, neither did the dishes. 

This was me today.  Begrudgingly doing the dishes that I should have finished last night.  I could be angry about it, but, now my kitchen is clean and the coffee is fresh and I, not my husband, get that first cup of hot liquid warm heaven.  The smell makes you smile, the aroma is fresh and somehow soothes your mind.  Still tired, I headed back up the stairs and begin getting ready for the morning run.  Today’s training plan called for 54 minutes at a 5/1 run/walk.  I am brushing my teeth and my alarm goes off, time to workout it reminds me.  I finish brushing, take my meds and all of the sudden my stomach does it’s thing.  Pooping right now isn’t what I want to do.  And then the stomach cramps begin.  Dammit, I knew deep dish pizza would kick my ass, I just hate when I forget it’s first thing in the morning that it does that.  Ugh.  Finally make it out the door, 20 minutes later..

Started the clock, here we go.  The music is good today, I love my running playlist. My day doesn’t feel right if I don’t listen to this music at least once a day.  Strange, but true.  I haven’t been really good about running for a spell.  In fact, in training for my next race, which is a half relay with my little sister in June, I haven’t don’t much for the last three weeks.  I feel bad about it.  Not only that, I have a 30 mile walk I’m doing next weekend.  I want to see how that goes. 

I started to get a little fluffier than I like around the middle.  I am having some clothes made for work, and when I saw the number for my waist measurement, I wanted to cry.  I am sure I have never been that big, save when I was pregnant 13 years ago.  I have to change this shit.  So, back to training I went last week.  I have began to include some core work as well as making sure I stretch.  Can’t hurt to have a strong core and back, makes for better posture and better running.  I need that.  So, here it is a week later, and I have been pretty good about doing what is needed for training.  Went back to my food journal, staying away from sugar as much as possible.  Not like I’m dieting or anything, but, I don’t need to have candy for a snack.  I can eat other things that aren’t so bad, like fruit or nuts. 

Here’s the caveat.  In not running for a few weeks, and then all of the sudden start running like I never stopped, I have been dealing with shin splints for a bit now.  That hurts like a big dog.  Wow.  This morning, was no exception.  My left lower leg is starting to adjust to it again, while my right lower leg is just not giving up even with the stretching.  Maybe my husband is right and my heels for work are starting to mess with my running.  We can’t have that shit!!

With the running, comes my desire to allow myself the freedom of maybe one day, do what I want to do.  I would love to go back to massage and work for myself.  Maybe one day teach massage.  But more than that, I want to write about my running.  I want to revisit the ideas I have for writing.  I want to make a living out of it.  And do better than what I do now financially and be able to have more freedom.  So, with that in mind, I will persevere.

Here’s to you, dear reader, and here’s to your continued support.  May the writing be grammatically correct, and the words strung together in a manner that keeps the mind interested.  Peace, friends.