What more can I say? I haven't been running nor doing much of anything these days. It's hot. So hot. And I am lazy. So lazy. I keep waiting for the day when I magically feel good, excited, energized all the time. I know, I know, I need to manage my expectations a little better.
I did complete the NC Triangle Race for the Cure at the end of June. Luckily my sister was running with me or else I might have just sat down on the curb and cried. Little sister taught me a VERY valuable lesson that day: it's hard for EVERYONE. I was whining and complaining about how hard it was for me to run - it's hot, I'm fat, blah, blah, blah. She totally called me out. She made me realize that it is hard for everyone one and unless and until you push past that mental barrier, you're never going to make it.
All this time, I was thinking how special I was, how it's extra hard for me because I'm me. Turns out, even my peppy, skinny, cheerleader-shorts wearing little sister has a hard time getting through the race. Who knew? I honestly thought that other people had it easier than me. When I saw skinny people running down the street, I just knew that they were happily, effortlessly jogging along with songs in their hearts and smiles on their faces. Sure, running with all this weight on me is hard - probably a lot harder for me than for her - but it's not the only thing that makes running hard. I was blind but now I see! With her voice in my head, I registered for another 5K. She might not be able to make it to this next one, but I'll be hearing her voice the whole time.
I swam today for the first time in a really long time. My entire body feels like a cross between Jell-O and overcooked pasta. While it's an icky combination on your dinner plate, I have to say it feels pretty good.