my days are numbered

Beach to Beacon: 12 days
Leave for Clemson: 14 days


usually lists have a tendency to settle me,
but this is the most unsettling list ever.

i'm an emotional wreck, but hiding it quite well at the moment. Between running, Starbucks and eBay, i am coping.

happy tuesday.

ouch

According to Wikipedia, the source of all information, there are 640 muscles in the human body.

I am confident when I say that all 640 of my muscles are sore. Yesterday morning I practiced with my old gymnastics team and was able to do a considerable amount of the workout. It has been over a year and a half since I even touched the bars, and an hour of our workout was concentrated on this event. At the end of practice, I was dragging through the conditioning so I knew that today was not going to be pleasant. I woke up this morning feeling less that fabulous and struggled to lift my body out of bed. I knew that the only way to deal with all of my soreness, was to run it out.

This morning's run accomplished just that. My muscles are still as sore as they were before, but they are much less stiff than this morning. I know that being in gymnastics shape again will only mean good things for running, and I know that running will only make getting back into gymnastics shape again easier, now I just actually have to do it..

logging the miles

Today was the third day in a row that I was able to convince myself to run. I was pleasantly surprised when today there was no heel dragging, procrastination or lack of motivation to go running, and I even ended up doing somewhat of a trial run for next month's 10K. At the very least today's run proved that my body is capable of running 6.2 miles, although not very efficiently.

Accompanied by Eminem's new album, Recovery, I'm slowing starting to become comfortable being uncomfortable. Today's humidity, threat of rain, painful uphills, and long desolate stretches of road would usually have been enough to keep me inside with my usual snack of hummus and tortilla chips, but today, as depressing as the circumstances were, I was able to ignore all of the imperfections of the situation, and keep putting one foot in front of the other.

yesterday's run was much needed. The last two weekends have included 5k races, which even though they aren't lengthy, they tend to be mentally draining and leave me sucked of all motivation to run for days. I decided to skip baby stepping back into running, and pounded out a sixty minute run after my week long break. I am now less than one month away from Beach to Beacon, meaning if I want to finish it and not embarrass myself completely, I need to get my ass in gear. pronto.