Today I felt a glimmer of getting my mojo back. I have one more day of work and then I am on vacation. 2 glorious weeks of vacation. So today flew by as I worked my ass off to make sure I have everything as in order as possible before I leave.
This morning, the scale remained unkind. So that was not great. And I was going to to run at lunch but I actually felt - scared? Not of hurting myself but of just having pain since I haven't run since Sunday.
So when Marc texted me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk with him during lunch I jumped on it. We went for a 4 mile speed walk.
When I got home I decided to bite the bullet and try to run. I hooked Archer up and we took off. Initially there was some pain. But within 1/2 mile we were in the groove. We took 2 short walk breaks - but ended up running 7 and walking 1. There is some soreness now, 3 hours later, but I feel relieved and pretty fucking good.
My body is resilient, apparently. And when I got home I jumped on the scale and was pretty happy to see 121 staring back at me. I'm sure that's post-run artificially low but I've been doing super great with my eating this week and I am confident I'll be in a decent - not super awesome - but decent shape heading into vacation.
July is unbelievably almost here. My 2 year maintenance anniversary comes in July. Wow! I am really OK, I think.