Determination: A Forgotten Word

When I was losing weight I was very determined. I saw results, remembered what I used to look like, and pushed myself to continue on the right track. Then I started running for the first time. Each new mile was a record for me. I remember the excitement when I came home after my first mile run. Then 2 miles, then 3, 4, 5.... One day I did 9 (that was the longest). I also ran a 10k, which was a first. So now my firsts are over, and I feel like the only thing I'm working towards is maintaining the weight loss and continuing building strength. To make a long story short, in recent months it has been difficult to push myself to work through pain, fatigue, soreness... because, why? Then on Thursday I tried to see how long I can run (which was those 3 miles). Last night, I talked to Karrie about how I wanted to train for a 10k again and how hard that will be, but 3 miles seems to be a better start than nothing. Then we made an agreement to both run today, trying to make at least 3 miles each.

Now let me start at the beginning of today. I wanted to run in the morning (it would have been a beautiful run), but instead Don and I had to go to breakfast to celebrate his parent's wedding anniversary... which meant I had pancakes and bacon. I knew I wouldn't be able to run for a while after that. Plus I was tired from the hour and 40 minute drive home last night and not getting enough sleep because we had to go to breakfast at 8:30. So after breakfast I napped on Don's bed. Then we drove out to Springfield to check out a possible wedding location (we have a temporary hold on the place for the date I want) and it was super busy there (free acoustic performances on Sunday afternoons) and it was SUPER hot. By the time we were done with all of this it was 4:00 and we were really hungry again....so we went to Qdoba and had burritos. Fast forward to 6:30 and I am at the gym trying to start a run with a burrito filled tummy and a slight headache because I hadn't drank enough water. But I was determined!! I told Karrie I would try to make three miles, and, by God, I did not want to let her down. (Okay, I really didn't want to let myself down). So I ran through the headache and the right side cramps and made it through 3 miles, barely. Plus, I too was sore from whatever I did yesterday. I know I went to Combat/Pump in the morning, but that trampoline might have had something to do with some of the soreness. I haven't pushed myself like that in a long time. I stopped a couple times to drink water and wipe my sweaty forehead, but that was it. I also tried to walk 30 minutes after, but I had to do it slower than usual. Anyway, keep pushing me Karrie!! I need the motivation!