Three miles on the schedule, three miles done. It was torture, plain and simple. I actually shed a tear or two during the run. I'm just so frustrated. I want to love running, but I'm just not getting there. I love the way I feel afterwards but it's getting through the run that is causing me to struggle. :/ I don't feel that it's getting an easier, either. I know it is, because I can run further than when I first started, but it doesn't feel an easier. My lungs still hurt and I ran hours ago. :/
I'm going to talk to a running friend this week and she is going to help me through my struggles (I hope). She just finished the Lincoln Marathon on Sunday and if anyone can help me through this, I know she can. She told me that she is going to help me LOVE the run. I hope she's right.
My pace was slower this time, which kind of disappoints me, but then again, I have to remind myself that I can't always beat my previous time. Part of my run was on a recently maintained dirt road and the gravel was deep in places, so it really slowed me down. I didn't map my route out before I ran so I just winged it. I made it to three miles before I even hit my house, and then I had another half a mile or so to walk out to my mother in laws, where Ben and my car were waiting for me. LOL I might do that route again when my 4 miler comes up Saturday, but clearly it's not the right route for a 3 miler.
I'm ready to take back my life (again) by working out and eating right. I have goals and I'm ready to start drawing a dark line through each one! :) 35 pounds to go, that's it! I can do this!