I have a tendency to go into things really headstrong and end up kind of sizzling out really soon after I start. I actually don’t know that I’m really doing that this time, but I definitely am expecting more than is realistic. For one thing, running. I haven’t run in literal years. I get out of breath going up stairs. I don’t know why I expected to just be able to bust out an easy mile (especially because a mile has never been easy for me).
I’ve been trying to slowly increase my distance up to a mile this week and while it was going well, today I was the captain of the Struggle Bus. I decided today that I’d be increasing my total running distance to a mile and just break it up with walking in between. For some reason, I also decided to increase my speed as well. Honestly, I don’t think that was the nail in the coffin. I feel like I wouldn’t have hit a mile anyway. In fact, I barely did three-quarters.
The lesson to learn from me is to set reasonable goals. My dad has been telling me that this whole time, but I’m so anxious to already be healthy and active and lose weight that it’s hard to be patient. Really, it’s about finding a balance between pushing yourself and knowing your limits. I still think that by the end of the week I can do a whole mile, but I need to approach it a little slower.
I think this goes for dieting too. I’ve been eating whatever I want for the past year and I can’t expect myself to immediately adjust well to only having 1300 calories. It’s a fine line, folks. But we’ll just keep on walking it (and maybe run).