Day 3. Change may have started in my mind, but my body isn’t so quick on the draw.

I woke up yesterday feeling quite accomplished. I’d started my training, got my first blog post in the day before — and it was a day off from running. That coupled with the encouragement I was getting from my friends, I was feeling pretty good about myself.

I got up this morning feeling much the same way. I was feeling like a runner. I felt super accomplished simply by packing my snazzy new running tights and carefully coordinated socks.

Then 2 o’clock hit.

Those pesky little anti-gym devils had perched themselves on my shoulders and commenced with their “you should skip the gym” speeches. All the sudden I was yawning, telling myself I felt a little congested, and my foot hurt, and it would be late when I got home, I had to pack, I need a glass of wine, it was cold…and on and on and on.  Let’s face it, these dogged little suckers are a big reason why I am where I’m at…and I’m not going to lie, they were putting up a good fight, but today, somehow I won the battle – quitting time came and I drug my sorry butt to the gym.

So second day of training is officially in the books. Certainly not going to win any awards right now for speed but did manage to run the entire three miles today – albeit it was on a treadmill. Unfortunately, it’s still a little too dark when I get off work to run outside, not to mention cold.

And while I ran the entire three miles today, it sucked. I was a lot sorer than I had realized and my hips and calves barked the whole time. I also felt like I had cement blocks on my feet…but somehow I muscled up the strength to push through.

I also realized I need a new sports bra. Tuesday I felt like I was going to bounce out so I downsized today and then felt like there was a boa constrictor wrapped around me. I don’t recall this being an issue before…and not necessarily a big issue now, just a problem to solve. Will work this out this weekend.

While I am not feeling particularly exuberant post run tonight, I still feel accomplished. I was tired, a little congested, my foot did hurt, it was late when I got home, still need to pack, and it’s super cold out – but I found some grit and did it anyway (rewarding myself with the wine now and maybe a small pat on the back).

I’m pretty sure I will need to muscle a whole lotta grit Saturday when I have to run in the cold outside, on a mountain, but I have to believe I will do it.

For now, three more miles in.