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Just when I didn't think I could run one more step, Bruce Hornsby was there to carry me home...and although it is still an uphill battle to get out of this body and back into a runner's one, I did manage to improved by 7 minutes over yesterday. I am no where near where I need to be to put those Nike's within 50 feet of a starting line, but it is progress. I mean I am carrying all this weight that I didn't have before. It's not realistic to run 8:00 minute miles in this body, so I don't know why my mind won't accept that. Until the next run....

I can't seem to realize just how in the hell I could run 26.2 miles like nothing 18 months ago and now 5 seems like an eternity. I stare at those 5 marathon medals in disbelief. Who did I steal those from? Did I buy them on Ebay? I couldn't have possible ran that far all by myself! I have the pictures so I know it wasn't all a dream, but damn ...5 miles seems so far.

So, I make excuses...mainly being just too tired for 2 days not to run. I have become such a sloth. But, I vowed that today I would run again. I have managed to muster enough strength to carry my lazy ass 5 miles. Sweating like a whore in church on Easter Sunday in South Texas, but running as hard as I could. I feel better now that it is out of the way for the day. I will do my best to get going early and get my butt moving again. If I can just move for 2-3 weeks consistently and see some results I know that I could overcome this lack of motivation and get back to the starting line. As the trophies and medals collect dust so does my spirit.

Despite the limited time I had to get a run in, I managed to squeak out a mere 2.5 miles. I guess that something is better than nothing. I had an early appointment and couldn't pry myself out of bed a second sooner. Nonetheless, I ran and that is what is important. However, I am now feeling it catching up with me and I am really tired. So, I'll be off to bed soon. How did I let myself get so worn out?

My old coach once said that muscles have memory....I disagree or at least mine have amnesia.



After a huge knock down drag out with my treadmill and a broken allen wrench later...I decided a new treadmill was in order. A quick jaunt to Academy and a grand later, I am back in business.



Of course, there was the small problem of not being strong enough to lift 217 lbs up a flight of stairs. But despite the yelling, sweating and overuse of the F-word, she is now situated in her new abode waiting for a passenger to carry on their way.



So, 0700 hours this morning I took her on the inaugural spin and finally found what I have been missing for quite some time.



Only 3 miles, but hey it's a start.