Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Be the tortoise!

The last few days have been ROUGH! Sunday night Riley didn't sleep...which means mommy didn't sleep either. Poor baby is sick, and it was grueling. Anyhow, Monday I was dragging. I had planned on doing an 8 mile run but by the time the kids' bedtime rolled around I didn't want to go anywhere. But, I laced up my Asics and headed out the door. Running usually energizes me (exercise in general actually) so I figured that a run would be just the thing to help battle the fatigue.
Unfortunately that was not the case. It was one of those runs where nothing felt right. At the 3 mile mark I turned around and headed for home. I'm disappointed I only ran 6 miles instead of 8, but most people wouldn't have even gone out. My watch died so I have no clue how long it took me. I couldn't seem to get my stride right. My left leg started killin' me. I was so tired I didn't have the energy to run very quickly. Basically I had to repeat over and and over in my head "be the tortoise" just to make it home. I'm very proud of myself for gutting it out, but it was a horrible feeling. My calf still hurts today, I have blisters from the wrong socks, and I'm still tired. I got home and Riley was crying so it was straight back into mommy mode.
I did get to thinking though that my mantra "be the tortoise" was apt. Think of losing weight as a race. Getting to the finish is the only objective. Don't be the hare...sprinting out at the start, burning out and laying down for a nap. Slow and steady wins the race. Just keep plodding along and before you know it, you've reached the finish line.

1 comment:

sabrina said...

Great sentiments!!! I like the tortoise analogy. So sorry for you and Riley. Great job reaching your goal by Riley b-day!!