The #Roadto10k, tripping and falling.

by , under personal, Pirate, Running

Surprisingly, I’m not being literal. Last week, my normal running routine was disrupted, and so I ran on a treadmill (it’s why I didn’t post any pictures or runtimes).

I hate running on treadmills. There’s the slight incline, so your pace is always worse than usual. And then it’s boring. It doesn’t matter what you’re watching, the route’s just straight. No turns or curves. Just straight ahead, and constantly thinking about whether or not the speed is where you need it.

Sunday, I didn’t go on my big run. It was just the kids and I, and nobody to watch them in the morning when it wasn’t 80+ degrees. Monday, I meant to go on a run, but there were extenuating circumstances that I can only vague blog about. (Not all things that happen around me are my story to tell) Yesterday I was too tired to drag myself from bed.

So, today. I went for a shorter run than usual, and ached. Not the usual pull of muscles when you haven’t run for a bit – but my breasts. I know I’m delving into TMI territory here, but… PMS. My breasts were sore, and I wore the sports bra that’s comfortable and usually allows a little bounce. But that was too much bounce, and I had to walk. Which led to me breaking down in tears because I felt like I was failing… which while I might have felt that way – I blame PMS for the tears.

I’m being honest about my stumbles. And finding things to be proud of. I got up early, and I went out even though I had a migraine last night. Even though I was already achey. Sometimes just getting out is the win.

One thing’s for sure, tomorrow I’m wearing the sports bra that is so tight I have to be peeled out of it.

Anyone else training for something? I’d love to hear about how you handle the rough days.

  • Tigger

    I’m not training but I do have rough days. Pre-child they involved curling up on the couch and watching TV or playing video games. Post-child they include trying not to scream as I’m being touch and playing games on my computer. PMS is a bitch of a time and thankfully mine has lessened post-child, although I still have times when it’s just “leave me alone! Someone take the child before neither of us survive this!” It took me many years to figure out where my boundaries were with fibro and how to deal with it, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to take me many years post-child to figure out how to deal with it again!

    Kudos to you for getting up and trying to run anyways. You got out and walked, which is exercise, so yay! It’s more than I do. 😀