My effort to run two miles on New Year’s Eve was a bust. I ran .75 miles. Yes, that is all I could muster before my knee hurt too badly to continue. Yesterday, determined to run my two miles, I dressed out, hopped on the treadmill, and once again, before long, I felt a twinge in my right knee. I decided to run through the pain, and within minutes, the left knee started twinging. I made it two miles, but after I finished, I realized that I shouldn’t have continued past the first twinge. Walking, especially down stairs, was painful for the rest of the day.
I am afraid that my running days are over. I will likely not be running the Princess at all, and I haven’t decided yet if I will walk it. My husband suggested I just go and enjoy Disney World. I am afraid that trying to walk 13.1 miles, when the furthest I’ve ever walked and run in a day is 8 miles, would make the last day at Disney and the trip home torture. I am so sad, because my intentions were completely admirable, and I was excited to be among a small contingent of women who could say they had accomplished this feat.
It is so easy to feel defeated–to want to throw in the towel on all my fitness goals. And truthfully, 2013 didn’t start out as well as I had hoped. I went four days without alcohol. On my birthday, I decided, “What the heck!” and had a margarita when we went out to dinner. The next night I drank two beers while watching football, and yesterday, I did the same. I have exercised every day except one so far, and yesterday, between my two mile run, three miles of walking, 15 pushups and some crunches on the yoga ball, I feel like I did something. But I didn’t eat really well yesterday. I still had cherry pie left from my birthday. And Stacy’s makes cinnamon and sugar pita chips that don’t taste too bad with a beer :’(
But, today is a new day. I am stronger than this! I KNOW I can do this. I just have to WANT to, and deep down inside, I KNOW I DO! Diet and exercise have to go together for me. That is the only time I feel good about myself. So today, one week into the New Year, I shall start again. The cruise may put a little monkey wrench into my plan, but I will do the very best I can, and when I return on the 18th, it will be with the intention of hitting it hard and being in great shape by summer. I am pretty sure I still hear my bike calling me…