One Block At A Time – Week Thirteen
I’ve tried many methods to kick start a regular running routine, but the only thing that really seems to work is what I call the “one block at a time” method. I plan to run 3 times a week, and go 1 block further each time. Simple as that. (Except I know myself, and it will never be as simple as that) Without a mini goal in mind, I just have a hard time committing to running. I hope that this weekly blog will help me to not quit this time, and maybe finally get into better shape! Who knows, maybe it will help motivate you too.
Monday 01/05/15 No run today. Not the way I wanted to start my new year of running in Savannah. I really feel like I’ve not only let myself down but also the six people who read this weekly blog. I was with my daughter all day today since school doesn’t start back up until tomorrow. Add to that a lot of errands to run and chores around the house to attend to (mainly cleaning the child’s room and playroom!) and there was just no time for a run. I held out hope though, and held off on having a beer with the slight chance of getting to run in the afternoon. But alas there was no time between my wife having to run and my daughter needing to be brought to her dance class. Being a parent always comes first, today I sacrificed a run. On the bright side I got to spend a ton of quality time with my daughter today, so that makes it a great day no matter what.
DAY THIRTY-THREE Tuesday 01/06/15 All it takes is one day, I’m telling you! I had very little motivation to get out in the 40 degree temps this morning. As much as I wanted to run yesterday, I didn’t today. I was a tough run too, it felt like it was punishment for not running yesterday. There were a few short moments when it felt good today, probably when the cold was numbing my legs early on. Once I warmed up a bit, so did the knee and leg pain. I pushed through to the end of my last run in Savannah a few weeks ago, then drug myself one more block. Not fun today. Not even close to it.
DAY THIRTY-FOUR Thursday 01/08/15 I was wrong, my punishment for not running on Monday came today. Since I already missed a day this week I really couldn’t skip another day, so that meant running today… in the cold. The 24 degree / 12 degree wind chill cold. It was miserable. I’ve been back home now for about 30 minutes and my legs are still stinging from the cold. (And no, I haven’t gotten any cold weather gear yet thank you very much. My dumb ass was out there in running shorts!) So about two blocks into my run I could feel my left calf tightening up into a knot. I have no idea if this was from the low temps, or if I was just due for a little nagging injury. I guess I should be thankful I haven’t had too many problems over the past few months, and that I have a few days until Monday to heal. Anyway I came really close to just turning around and heading home, but that run I missed on Monday was eating at me, so I limped on… So here is the weird thing… I decided there was no need to do my full run since it was well below freezing and I might have an injury and all. When it came time to cut down any number of roads and shorten my run, well, I just didn’t. I have no idea why? Honestly I was completely cool (no pun intended) with a short mile, maybe mile and a half run. But there I was struggling with my calf and freezing to death all the way around my route. One more block. I’m a beast! A stupid, limping, frozen to the bone beast!