I feel like I did just over a year ago when it comes to running. Defeated. I can’t breathe. I can hear myself and I sound like that person I always want to smack at events. My legs are heavy. I am slow, slow, slow. I can only imagine what I look like. None of my running clothes fits. I refuse to buy new clothes, so it’s too small running skirts, pouring myself into capris, or unflattering Nike tempo shorts.
July 8th can’t come fast enough. I don’t want to go see my regular Dr. before I see the new guy, but I may have to. I had my labs done 2 months ago and I never had a followup, which isn’t like me. I already had my heart set on seeing new guy. Praying he has a cancellation that I can take before July.
Despite all of that, it’s good to know I have a cheerleader who believes in me and supports me no matter what. Although, as much as a cry and whine to that person, I am surprised they haven’t run for the hills.