Running fell to the wayside in August. The Texas heat got me. Leaving the house in 90-degree temperatures before sunrise every day was harder than I expected, so I gave myself a break.
Now, a couple of months later, I've been comforting myself with ice cream far more often than a good run. I suppose there's no shame in falling off the wagon. It happens. I haven't lost the progress I'd made before. I've been running once a week, but I haven't been working toward anything specific, and I haven't been running for as long as I was before.
Days like today, and most days lately, I feel desperate to get back on track. First and foremost I miss it. I'm also really stressed out. Between the classes I'm teaching, the sticker shop, and some issues Greyson has had at school, I need to exhaust myself. Between election talk and nurturing the people around me, I need to exhaust myself.
In truth, I've sort of let self-care fall to the wayside in general. Not just running but makeup, face masks, skincare, organizing. Things I like, even though they probably don't sound all that likable to some people.
This post is me 1) venting and 2) being accountable. I had started working back through C25K at a faster pace than the first time I did it, and I really liked that strategy. I had shaved several minutes off my comfortable pace, and I'd like to get back to it. I'd like more "me" time.