After two long months of injury, I’ve started running again. Every morning when my alarm wakes me up at the ungodly hour of 4:30 am, I throw on my running clothes and head out the door…and it sucks. Not just in a way that all running sucks, but in a very real, painful, and depressing way.
My shin and my knee is still killing me. And because of that I’m running all kinds of crazy causing other muscles to hurt. My pace time is abysmal…and I don’t mean in the “I run a 13 minute mile, I’m so slow” way, but in an actual “people walk faster than I run” way. And it’s killing me inside.
I don’t know if it’s the extra stress I have going on at work or simply the extra street I have going on at home (or maybe it’s a combination of both), but I can’t seem to get motivated to go any faster or do anymore. I literally plod on and on and on praying that I get finished the run soon.
Yes, I feel great after. Yes, I feel accomplished. But the before and during are worse than they were when I first started.
And to top it off, I have a hard marathon in 10 weeks and I and scared out of my fucking mind. I’m already having anxiety attacks about it and it’s 2.5 months away. I don’t think I can do this. I will be nowhere near ready. I am going to fail. And it’s going to suck. Big time.
I hate this feeling of inadequacy. I hate the lack of self confidence I have.
But I hate more that I’m pretty sure I’m right about this.