I hate running.
I will continue to say that...forever.
Week two down...and my motivation is still really strong! But it definitely doesn't feel like it's getting easier. My spidey senses tell me this why I never make it past two weeks.
My feet and shins feel like someone's been pounding on them with hammers. I'm always hungry and thirsty. I'm sweaty ALL THE TIME. Thank dog for the weekends when I have some semblance of a reason to actually do my hair and look normal. But now that it's so hot outside, I sweat just standing still. Curses!
I did realize this week that I need a better pair of running shoes. It probably would've been a smart move to look into that BEFORE starting this journey (I didn't say I was smart, just ambitious). I'm sure this is the one of the major things that can make or break you (and your legs) in the running game. I need to keep my expectations in check though; getting a new pair of sneaks surely isn't going to make running a delight (I've had delirious visions of bouncing around on these like they're made of Charmin). I'm sure they won't be a cure-all for how much it all hurts. But hopefully it will make things a little better.
I'm also trying to do some weights, play tennis more and take my dog for longer walks on my off days. My FitBit tells me I'm averaging 8,000-10,000 steps a day. So being active is becoming more of a routine, which is great. And I've been catching up on some shows (I've already blown through season two of "Orange is the New Black") on the treadmill. Killing two birds with one stone, as they say. Oh, and I still have time to be plenty lazy -- especially on those days when I can get my "run" in before work. (I'll put "run" in quotation marks since what I'm doing probably can't be classified as running...yet.)
Anyway, I feel good and I feel motivated to keep going. This is major progress.
To be continued...