It’s confession time, folks.
I have been MAJORLY slacking in the running department since my last Half Marathon in November.
If you recall, this isn’t the first time I have fallen into a running rut.
In September, I wrote about skipping a long run and how pissed I was at myself for being a flake.
I vowed to stopped being lame and dedicated myself to finishing my running season with some dignity.
I rocked the crap out of the City to Sea Half Marathon, which ended up being my PR for the year.
I was not enthused to be running either race.
I came to the conclusion prior to Rock n’ Roll that I was burned out, but of course, I ran anyway.
I realize now that running 9 Half Marathons in the course of about 6 months can have that effect someone.
But, I am glad that I decided to go balls to the wall in 2015.
I learned so much.
But that’s a topic for another day.
After the 2 Cities Half, I gave myself a week off to mentally and physically recuperate.
One week turned into 2..
And I ended November with 44 miles and 10 runs total.
Yes, that’s a zero with a one in front of it.
And December has been even more horrendous… with 14 miles in 4 runs.
As a point of reference, in September, the month of my infamous rejuvenation, I ran a total of 96 miles on 19 different occasions.
With this realization, coupled with the fact that I just signed up for another race (Hot Chocolate 15K in San Francisco) in January…
I am declaring that it’s officially time to get my sh*t together.
Like seriously major.
Yes, it’s time to do that.
Lots more of that.
Like I did in my post from September, I am declaring that it’s officially time to start training again
It’s time to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn on a Sunday for 1 reason and 1 reason only,
It’s time for chaffing and Bodyglide,
It’s time for new playlists and lots of dirty laundry,
It’s time for ice baths and recovery beers,
It’s time to feel like myself again.