Agony of Defeet

and the calves, shins, hips . . .

In the spirit of a non-athlete, when things get difficult, I give up. Here I am at the 10 week mark (?) and I'm doing what I always do. It got difficult, I was in a lot of pain so I stopped all together. I wouldn't be that bad if I had the intention of working on my pain issues during my 'vacation' but I started eating poorly to fully push myself under the wagon.

For the past few weeks I've been overindulging, not exercising and not stretching. Apparently stretching is the key to getting over this hurdle I'm faced with. After two wasted weeks and regaining 2 or 3 pounds, I'm ready to pick up where I left off. I went to the gym today and walked at an incline to stretch the back of my legs. I've done stretching exercises throughtout the day. Apparently I hate to have to work at anything and expect that things will just come easily. Wrong, SO wrong.

I am recommitting myself starting today to do what it's going to take, no matter WHAT it takes. I started thinking about the 5K coming up in a few months and immediately thought it was easier to scrap it than keep going. Negatively creeps in quickly when you lose focus. I must not lose focus again.