I ran for a total of 24 minutes this week. 8 minutes per workout.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Actually, today I did cry. About halfway through the run, I broke down. This is so hard. I hate that it is so hard. Giving up when I am in the middle of a run seems like such a good idea. But then I visualize the scale, and what I want it to say on my weigh day. And I push through. But it sure doesn't feel like it's easier. It still feels like I am going to die. And I hate that. I hate that I let myself get to this point. It's not fun. It's HARD! Honestly, though I know your body forgets over time, I feel like having each of the boys was easier than a half an hour run is. And I had two pitocin induced labors.
Next week scares me though. I have to run for 90 seconds. I thought I was going to die at then end of 60 - how the hell am I going to feel at the end of 90? Lord, give me strength. Please. I can do it, right? I am not feeling it right now... maybe Monday will be better.
I have to do my weigh day this week on Sunday. Brian will be out of town Monday morning, and I have to rely on his eyes to tell me what the scale says. We don't have a digital scale, and I can't see the little tick marks well enough to know what it really says. Plus,
Hope you are all having a great weekend! Can't wait to see my Broncos