Re-training

I know, I know.  I make a big announcement saying that I am going to do a more consistent job posting, and then I disappear for a week.  I thought about writing, but I was on vacation where internet access was precious and spotty.  I spent a lovely week in central Florida with my in-laws wherein I took long walks, fished a little, enjoyed a couple days at New Smyrna Beach, and even ran a few times.  But all you care about is the running.

I managed to run three times while on vacation, which is remarkable for me.  I am known for bringing my running gear on vacation, and then letting my go-fasters collect dust while I sip fancy drinks and grow fat.  This time, though, I actually ran, though much less than I planned.  Much less than I wanted and needed, too.  Running in Florida this time of year is great because it isn't too hot yet, and the bugs aren't quite so dense.  I ran 30 minutes barefoot on the beach, and enjoyed the heck out of that, especially the beer check about 20 minutes in.

But I am in a strange place with my running. My desire to run is at odds with how fat and out of shape I have gotten.  I want to push, but I get out of breath.  I want to run more often, but I need to recover.  I want to do six, but I can only manage four.  And all too often, the urge to be naughty -- to slack off and try again tomorrow -- wins out over the desire to be disciplined. 


I'm struggling.