August 14

I had a pretty shitty run this morning. The goal was to run 5k. I ran that distance pretty easily last week with just one break, so I thought I would get through it no problem. It was SO HARD. I stopped three times to walk and I was dizzy for like 15 minutes afterwards. I don’t understand what happened. My last run was harder than this and it felt so much easier. My first reaction was utter disappointment and bewilderment. I failed and I didn’t know why. But in thinking about it more, I didn’t fail. I ran. I finished the 5k. I finished strong and I couldn’t have run any harder. Even shitty runs are still runs. So I’ll just acknowledge this one and move on. There will be other runs to conquer and many more opportunities to slay. I’m learning so much about myself through this process and I’m proud. Pride is motivation and motivation is progress. I will take it.