So I have been eagerly awaiting the start of spring so I could once again run and bike outside. I was so resistant last fall to working out in a gym, that I felt duly put out and was totally sure that it just wouldn’t compare to my running and biking “for real.” And I guess it many ways it didn’t. But there were some things I conveniently forgot about. Like being afraid when I run alone in the dark. And I don’t remember it being this hard to actually get moving outside. Of course when I started last year I was run/walking all throughout the spring. And I built my biking up from six miles. Somehow, I had romanticized the whole adventure. In my mind, I was in much better physical shape.
So I was a little surprised to find that running outside in the morning is really hard. And, the warm weather I have been waiting for, is well, uncomfortable. Yesterday when I came home from my morning run, short run of only four miles, I was pouring sweat. Every ounce of me was soaked and even after I toweled off the sweat just kept coming. And no, it wasn’t a hot flash. I know the difference. It was just post workout sauna! Ewww. And then today, after an uncomfortable bike ride, seat issues, I was surprised that I was once again soaked. I mean, I know that I should expect this, but it seemed much cooler and biking has the added benefit of a constant breeze. So, again, eww.
So, here we go again. Whoever that person was that was able to run ten miles appears to have disappeared. Getting to four miles seems incredibly difficult. And even though I am setting the alarm for a full forty minutes later, I no longer have to factor in the drive to the gym, I still hit the snooze!!!! What is up! This leaves me getting out later, which means I don’t have as much time to run, which means I wind up doing four miles. But, I am happy when I can finish at four. Whew! Glad that’s over. Sorry, Inner Runner Person, gotta go get ready for work! Bye, bye! Seriously, the idea of breaking my ass was not appealing. I don’t know what happened between now and the last post, but it was haunting me.Going hard? Yeah, right now that’s getting out of bed. Oh, well, so it will be hard. I think it is always hard.
I compared my bike ride this morning to one in July and guess what! They are pretty much the same, but much slower than rides from August. I haven’t gained anything , but well, I haven’t lost anything either. So, I guess that is good. And the hills were not so bad. I thought they would be harder, like when I first started but not so bad. So, I guess I start from where I am. Which means at four miles for running and and around eleven plus miles per hour for biking. And I’m still struggling with the seat, so that is familiar.
It has been a year since I started this venture. I would like to say that it has gotten easier. I would really like to say that. I mean, like really, really, really, like to say that it is easier. But it isn’t. Not the first mile, not the fourth. Not the running, not the biking. But the thing is, this will pass. Two months ago I was struggling to make eight and nine miles running. And it was hard. So, whatever this is, I’m calling it transition troubles, will pass. There will be good days. There will be hard days. Eventually I will get use to running outside first thing in the morning again. Eventually I will adjust to the warmer weather and the humidity. But for now, it is going to be hard. It is one hour of hard. I can do that.