Today is Day 9 of my Runner’s World running streak, and I have NOT run nine miles.
Let me ‘splain…
I started my running streak on Saturday, December 1, when I ran an 11:59-mile for the Jingle Bell Run/Walk for Arthritis. I was super proud of myself. I felt good. I wasn’t too sore so I figured I’d be fine for setting a 12-minute pace for the rest of the week.
On Sunday, December 2, I ran a 9:48-mile in my neighborhood on the track I had mapped out earlier in the week.
I mapped my mile wrong. There is NO WAY I maintained that pace. I knew something was wrong when I had only run to two and a half songs and saw my house.
On Monday, Husband and I spent the majority of the evening at Carmax signing paperwork for a replacement vehicle after we killed ours. (Not my new car, my husband’s older car.) And then we went to his parents’ house to return his mother’s car, which we were borrowing, and they made us yummy sandwiches, and we didn’t get home until 8:30.
So I didn’t run on Monday.
On Tuesday, I had to work late, and I didn’t get home until 6:30, and, by that time, I was so exhausted from running around and driving everywhere for work all day that I passed out when I got home. I think I was in bed and asleep at 8.
So I didn’t run on Tuesday.
On Wednesday, I was so determined to run that I went straight to the gym after work and attempted to put in three 12-minute miles on the treadmill, and then go to yoga.
Let’s just say I ran one mile at 12:40, and the rest of the miles were a weird limping jog that I can’t even describe as actual movement so I didn’t time them.
And I didn’t make it to yoga.
In addition to being overly busy at work and with life things, I was also beginning to feel a bit under the weather. Everyone I knew was sick with something or had a cold so I was bound to get it.
On Thursday, I actually got sick and battled a headache and stomach ache all day. It was awful. I didn’t run on Thursday.
On Friday, I went back to the gym, feeling a tad better and able to breathe through my nose again, but the treadmill… it hurt me. I ran 0.62 of a mile and had to stop to walk because the shin splints were back in FULL FORCE. I walked to recover and finished out the mile at 13:32.
On Saturday, I slept through my alarm (which I later learned I had set so it wouldn’t make noise… I don’t know why) so I missed Power Yoga and decided to clean the house before I went for my mile. It was a LOVELY day and I felt great so I was pretty excited about running to the park. I thought about taking my dog…
Then… the pinched butt nerve… it struck like lightning and sent me sprawling across the floor while I was dusting. I laid on my living room floor and whined for a good five minutes with my dog sitting next to me whining because he knew we weren’t going to the park.
POOR HIM. (Right now he’s face planting in the floor in what is possibly the most adorable way a puppy can sleep so I’m less mad at him for getting miffed with me.)
I’m officially on rest now, and NOT at all happy about it.
I hope by resting my shins and my butt (yes I’m resting my butt) that I will be OK to run on Monday and for the rest of the week. I am also buying a bunch of athletic tape so I can tape up my arches and stirrup my shins so my shin splints will hurt less.
I have no idea how to un-pinch the nerve in my rear end. It got me again this morning while I was getting dressed, and I almost face planted in my closet.
I’m not ready to give up.
But I hate that I missed miles (six total but really I’m not going to count two of them), and I hate that I didn’t improve my time, and I hate hate hate hate that I’m sitting on my couch in pain.
I can’t give up. I love running. I know I’m not a runner, but I so want to be one that I desperately want this 31-day-of-running idea to work.
What running goals are you struggling with? How do you get past all the things in your way?