Thousand Miles to Salamanca

Resurrection

LOG ENTRY

I'm writing in here tonight in a bit of motivational desperation. As we page through our various phases and cycles we tend to forget the difficulties of the routes we took to get where we are. As someone who's trying to get back into shape, I'm reminded again of just how difficult a task the first attempts were.

But I'm recognizing and thinking about it again. Temporarily distracted by other, important goals, I think I'm finding my way back. Every morning is a struggle, and thankfully I have my evenings. Tonight I ran to Zilker Park, found the grass and ran in circles -- slowly. Sore all over from overdoing it yesterday (two workouts) I had a good time out there by myself, stepping into a few holes and watching lightning bugs. It's a great place to run and I'm glad I'm rediscovering it. I basically had the place to myself. Imagine that. A gigantic park in the middle of one of the world's great cities -- to myself.

I've strung together a few 30 mile weeks in a row and hit 40+ last week for the first time since early Feb. I've gained a few pounds, and haven't done much core in the meantime and am feeling the effects. I'm not in bad shape, but am not sharp either. My proudest accomplishment was running six days last week -- and running tonight when I didn't feel like it.

I'm going to try taking this thing seriously again, and I'm posting here to try and get some accountability. Primarily from myself, but if others will help that'd be good too.

So long for now. Hopefully I'll be back soon. If I am, I'm doing something right.

posted by Gray @ 9:37 PM