To recap, Kristie and I completed our first half marathon on May 4, 2013.
It was an indescribable feeling to cross that finish line, and I was still so high on half marathoning that the very next day, I signed up for another one in November. I figured I would still run, but mainly 3-5 miles at a time until training began again.
But the next week, I crashed into the first major roadblock AKA wisdom teeth removal and a horrifying dry socket. Okay, horrifying is a bit too dramatic.....but that little sucker HURT!
Since the main theme of this blog has become self-embarrassment, I will share pictorial evidence of how I felt (as super small picture, to keep your eyes from bleeding)
Right afterwards.....high on
I spent a good portion of May miserable and/or on a steady flow of painkillers. For those of you who have had a dry socket, they packed and re-packed that thing 4 times before the surgeon said "If this doesn't start looking better, I'm going to have to get in there and look around"....what does that even mean?? I didn't want to find out, so I willed myself to feel better, and I eventually did.
June was full of activities, excitement and yes, excuses. I did not run at all, but I ate and drank like it was going out of style.
July has mostly been more of the same (kicked off with a super fun long 4th of July weekend!) More drinking, eating and drinking some more. I did start Ripped in 30 and made it to week 3! But that's a whole other post.
A couple weeks ago, I realized my training plan started August 12, right before our vacation to San Francisco, and I am not feeling like I want to! Since the plan starts with a 3 mile run, I'm currently trying to make sure I can do that. It has been about 2.5 months since I ran at all (unless you count running the bases at kickball, chyeah!) so I started on Monday with a 1 mile run. It wasn't too bad. Yesterday, I bumped it up to 2 miles and I barely made it! I had to coach myself through every one of those 25 minutes. And the whole last mile I was thinking "Didn't I just run a half marathon??" Yea I did, so why am I hobbling around my neighborhood like I just learned how to walk?!
Here is the bottom line - running blows my mind. In just two-three short months, you can work your way up to 13.1 miles. Also, in two-three short months, you can work your way down to struggling to finish 2 miles.
At least I've got that whole "working my way back up to 13.1" thing to look forward to.....