Yesterday I had a workout that sorta crushed me, emotionally.
And yes, I am completely aware that I am being dramatic and this too shall pass. But seriously…this gif perfectly described how I felt.
Two weeks ago, I started to get my run back a bit….given the injury and stuff…I was feeling pretty great. For some reason, something crappy happened and now I can barely run a half mile without feeling like dying.
I have no idea what is going on and it frustrates the pants off me. Well, maybe not really pants, butI think you know what i mean.
A year ago, despite being injured, I was running with some speed. I was doing long runs of 10 -12 miles at an average pace of 8:00 to 8:15 min/mile. Now I can barely sustain nines for one mile. Gah.
I know taking the summer off to finally let myself heal after training for Glass Slipper and Pixie Dust was necessary, but good grief is it frustrating.
I have hopes of trying for a spring half marathon–ideally hitting my sub 1:50 goal, provided I can actually overcome this injury (still have twinge pain moments)….but after yesterday morning’s workout…I feel a large feeling of doubt–something I have not felt in running since my appearance at Princess 2013 with my crossfit battered/injured knees.
Yes, this is a whiny, first world problem post. In all honesty, I just need a vent session. Deep down, I know that this rut will end. Eventually this injury will heal. Running will be fun again.