I’ll admit it, I am frustrated . Very frustrated, irritated and wee a bit down. Tonight’s work out had running elements in it. Running. Ugh. The thing is, I WANT to run. I WANT to run well. I WANT to run a 5k. My issue is I am so damn fat that running isn’t even what I do – its more of a saunter-jog with the end result being some sort of cardiac arrest. And I get that – for now I am very content to do my own thing and go along at my own pace. I always finish – usually way after everyone, but that is okay.
My frustration comes from my calves. They freaking kill me 2 minutes into the run. I have been doing stretches and got some great advice from the coach tonight, but it is like a hurdle I cannot get over. I have the drive to do it – to finish last if you will , but my body giving out and not allowing me to do it is not allowed. I have been working so hard and to have a hiccup like this is such a ball breaker and spirit killer.
Of course I know things will get easier as the weight comes off. Its just a kick in the pants when it pertains to a goal you have. And I know I am probably making it seem worse than it actually is. I hope doing all the stretching I have learned will ease it up, too.
I WILL KEEP GOING. I WILL GET THROUGH IT.