You guys, I’m doing it!

Last week’s post was, like I said, difficult for me; but so necessary. All of last week I focused on the self-discipline part of it all. Kept myself on task when it came to the small stuff. I mean really small stuff, like replying to emails/texts/messages immediately. Especially if they were hard replies to write (i.e. Oops, totally forgot your birthday, sorry!) because those are the messages I avoid the most. From there I moved onto chores I’d put off for way too long. One of which was my mom’s bedroom.

After her last health issue resulted in an extended stay in a nursing home the bed she was using (a rental) was picked up. That meant there was a big giant space in there for me to fill up with… clean clothes I’d apparently grown an allergy to putting away. There were about 5 different piles of clean clothes strewn about her room (which had become my changing room). For months. I’d go in with the greatest intention of putting everything away and keeping it clean. But I’d get half way through and just give up. I literally would run out of space, or hangers or drawers etc. That in turn became another behemoth of a task (taking out already stored clothing to figure out if anything needed to be thrown out or donated).

But I did it guys, three hefty bags later all my clothes have been put away. Added bonus? There’s enough room in there for me to work out to a DVD in the mornings.

Which brings us to this week. Yesterday I woke up at 4:30am to get a workout in before work. I had to seriously talk myself through getting out of bed, I knew once my feet touched the ground I’d be good to go. So I focused on that. Got through it, got through work and drove home.

Another thing I had been focusing on figuring out was ways to hold myself accountable. Blogging was one way. Instagramming was another. Setting myself up with appointments was a third. So this past weekend I asked Yong if we could go for a few runs this week around the Rose Bowl. The entire lap is about 3.12 miles. I’m not going to lie, in my head that sounds like no big deal. A measly three miles? If I couldn’t run it I could at least power walk that bitch in my sleep, right?

SIKE!

I stretched. Warmed up with a brisk walk. Light jog into a light run. Almost immediately I felt a burning sensation in my left ankle. This was nothing new. Every time I had tried this whole running business I’d felt that burning sensation before. I slowed down, focused on catching my breath and power walked for a bit. The burning sensation, however, decided it would stick around for the duration of this endeavor.

Am I proud? Yes and no. No because I expected more of myself. I have no idea why since I’m completely out of shape. But for whatever reason I expected to do so much better than this. I’m convinced the burning sensation is completely mental. When I got home I felt no pain, nothing. Stupid ankle. Nobody dare mention peroneal tendinitis! –Yes because I finished. Hobbling and in pain, but I finished. I seriously considered stopping and turning around after the #1 mark (on the map) but I didn’t. Yong had given me the keys to the car in case I stopped before he did, didn’t use them. Shortly after the #2 mark, Yong met up with me and offered to bring the car around so I wouldn’t have to walk the rest of the way, I declined. For those reasons I can call this experience a semi-success.

Totally wearing these sore muscles like a badge of honor.