I had one of those moments this morning. As I was sitting out in my car getting ready to go out in the wind and cold to run, I thought, "What the heck am I doing!" I really love what running is doing for my health, and I love the feeling I get when I finish a run, but do I really love running?
I think I would enjoy it more if I had someone to run with. My brother is a lot faster than I am, and I do not want to hold him back. I would love to have someone who runs just a little bit faster than me, and we could get better together. I have some friends at the fitness center who said they would run with me on Wednesdays, but they normally run faster than my brother. The whole time I would be worried about slowing them down.
I guess it was just a frustrating day. I didn't get my full run in. I had to stop and find a bathroom (I guess this happens a lot for runners), and I tweeked my knee a little. So I just walked the last half mile back to the fitness center. I know I have to stay positive, and I know running will get easier as the weight comes off and my aerobic capacity increases. I am allowed to have bad days, and today is one of them.