My Running Mojo

I laced up my running shoes again sometime in mid-December. While I still wanted a break from running, I didn't want to lose all my running stamina.

I registered for the Moab 1/2 marathon in March.

I registered for the Ogden Marathon in May. I wasn't exactly motivated to run a marathon, but when I logged to look there were only 25 spots left. The marathon sold out hours later.

I knew I was running the Wasatch Back again in June.

I've since registered for another relay...Lake to Lake in St. George, in March as well.

I've been diligently putting in the miles. Not huge amounts, but decent. Twenty miles a week or so.

The problem is this. I can't run. I feel like such an old woman (not that there's anything wrong with that). When I first began again I thought I was just a bit rusty and it would take some time. I've given it almost six weeks. I have yet to hit my stride. Each time I run I feel like I have a 50 pound vest strapped to my back and legs. On a small run this morning...3 miles...I had to stop and walk...twice...in the first mile. I did complete the second half without stopping, but come on...3 miles??!!! I could do that effortlessly-- in my sleep-- a few months ago.

Part of me wonders if my body has suddenly awakened to the fact that it is in its 40s. It's tired. It doesn't want to run. Another part of me tells myself that it is mind over matter. If my legs feel like lead weights they'll be dragged along as such. But if I remember back to just a few months ago when I could pull many miles at a time with more ease, I'll be able to do it now.

It's just so hard. Matt tells me it's just the winter months. What body wants to run in 20 degree temps? I actually don't mind the weather. It used to make me want to run faster. Not anymore. I see people out strolling and I'm jealous. It looks so happy. I want to be there.

I hope I find my stride soon, or I suppose I'll be out lots of entrance fees.