While I was out running today (more on that later) I couldn't get something out of my mind.....it was the 'definition of insanity'. I had seen this picture (or one similar) on facebook a while back, but today it popped into my mind and stuck! :-)
How many times in the course of this blog have I said "Ohh, I want to lose weight SOOOOOOOOOOO bad?" TONS! But then I go and do the exact same thing I did the previous day.....the day that I may have gained. It's total insanity!
Its time to change my life, my eating, my whatever! I've started the process....now to just complete it!
My run this morning......6 miles. :-) I won't say it was easy. I won't say it was difficult....it just was.
Started out and the first half mile pert near killed me! My breathing was utterly out of whack and I felt like I was just fighting to get a breath of air. It was very reminiscent of when I first started running and I had problems regulating my breathing. I pushed on.....but at about the 3/4 mile mark I realized that I needed to walk for a minute or so to correct this issue. I walked about a minute and I was off and running again and everything was fine. I ended up stopping to walk roughly at every mile mark. Sometimes I didn't need it, but usually by the time I had run a mile my chest was feeling tight and the short walk really helped me grab a full lung of air.
Today I chose to run locally for my 6 miles. Hmmm....I think for my 'longer runs' on the weekend I am going to try to head to the canal or the rail trail to do them....out and back runs. I had a map drawn up in my head of where I was running and figured I would end up at my house with almost exactly 6 miles.
It's a great route. I had no problem with it. EXCEPT for the fact that if you notice, on the bottom left....every time I got to that end of the road I KNEW that I was less than a half mile from home. Notice how many times my path took me up to that point. That is what I call my 'bailout' points. It took will power today to not bail out the first time I came back to that area....two miles in. It took even more will power to not bail out the second time I came up to that point at 4 miles into my run. But I persevered and pushed through.
The last mile was TOUGH! I admittedly walked a bit more during that last mile! I somehow picked up some blisters on my feet and my right arm has rash/hot spot from some kind of rubbing on my shirt, and that affected how I was running. Furthermore, my mind started to tell me that I was going to get home and NOT have my six miles. I was becoming increasingly more sure with each passing mile that I was going to be short a tenth or two of a mile. It made me groan, but I decided that if that happened I would keep running. There was NO WAY that I was stopping it said 6 miles! NO WAY! I would run around the block if I had to. Two blocks if necessary....but it WOULD say 6.something when I walked into the house!
I got to the front of my house and checked the mileage. 5.97 Really??? I ran down the sidewalk past a house or two and voila....the magic number appeared! I was DONE.
Hot and tired I headed inside. I rested a bit and then went out and mowed all the properties for an hour more of physical activity.