A Venting Session: Running Frustrations

I know it’s Wednesday and I told you I’d post a yummy dessert. Well…

You’ll get it tomorrow.

I know I know. Please don’t hate me. I need today to be a small vent session. Please hold the groans.

Last night, I came home from work starving. This is unusual. I’m a grazer. I have to eat every few hours or I get extremely hangry. You’ve heard the term right? Hangry. Hangry occurs when you’re hungry and the result leads to angry thoughts and actions. I try to avoid this when all possible which is why I graze. Anyway, I didn’t graze enough yesterday, so instead of rushing off to the gym like normal, I decided to make dinner and go afterward.

Around 8:00 p.m., I made my way into the bedroom to dress and lace up my tennis shoes. I was in the mood for a really good run. I just wanted to run. I felt good. I had let my food digest and I was hydrated. I grabbed my iPod and water and I was out the door.

Upon arrival at the gym, I stretched and hopped on the nearest treadmill. I briskly walked a mile and then started my run. My comfortable pace these days is 5.5 mph. About a mile down, I was feeling pretty good. I knew I could run 4 miles easily and set it as my goal. I don’t really make running goals until I’ve warmed up and I know how my body is performing. Last night was going great.

I made one crucial mistake that cost me my run. I wore shorts. Seems strange that wearing shorts would be a mistake, right? It’s 80 degrees these days in Dallas, so shorts are a must. These were brand new shorts.

About a mile and a half in, I knew I was in trouble. See, my thighs touch. I think you know where I’m going with this. These brand new shorts were riding up in the front and I was suffering from the worst chaffing. Another quarter of a mile and I was done. My poor inner thighs were burning. I knew my legs and body weren’t done running. In a fit of frustration, I hopped off the treadmill and raced home. I threw on some under armour shorts hoping they would relieve the burning. Five minutes later, I was back in the gym and on the treadmill. I wonder if people thought I was doing number 2 because I disappeared for a few minutes. Eh. Whatever. I began running feeling confident.

It didn’t last long…

I got another half mile under my belt before the shorts rode up and I was feeling the slap, slap of skin to skin contact. I tried to avoid thinking about the pain between my thighs, but I failed miserably. I jumped off the treadmill defeated. I went home, showered and curled up in bed. I was ready to pout. And I did a little.

I view this incident as a setback and a lesson. A setback because I made a goal for myself and I didn’t achieve it. This really drives me nuts. A lesson because I didn’t realize until much later that I needed to look at the bright side of the situation. The bright side of this situation happens to be a mantra I say to myself every time my legs are weighing me down or I can’t seem to hit my stride.

You’re lapping everyone on the couch.

I have so many goals I want to achieve in my life and running a half marathon is one of them. I haven’t decided on a full marathon but we’ll see. Anyway. I love to run, but it bothers me when I can’t get it done. I mean c’mon! It’s one foot in front of the other. I’ve noticed little changes to my pace as I’ve picked up interval training. That’s the thing with running. If you set a goal,especially a running goal, you have to TRAIN. It doesn’t come over night. Maybe for some people. Not for me. So, I keep at it. I’m introducing hill training this week and I need to add some more weight training. If anything, this experience opened my eyes to more ways to achieve my running goals.

In life, when I make a mistake, I make sure I learn something from it. So here’s what I learned:

1. Do NOT wear shorts. I’m a woman with thighs that touch. Shocking, I know! My body is not cut out for shorty shorts.

2. Remember the positive in every frustration and defeated moment in your life.

And one more thing. I like that my thighs touch. I don’t like chaffing. Power to the thigh touching women out there. Don’t be insecure because your thighs touch. Whatever! I’m still awesome. Gotta remember that.

Have a great rest of your hump day, homies!

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2 comments
  1. I am glad to hear you are perfectly fine with your thighs! 😛 I get so tired women complaining over any “imperfection” when in fact, there is no perfect figure. Me? I have some tummy blob…it’s worse since I had my baby girl, but you know what? It is what it is. I know I am healthy. I eat a balanced diet, I get plenty of regular exercise…I mean, I could always do better, but either way, I will have some tummy blob. That’s just how my body is…and I am okay with it. No reason to beat myself up, feel poorly about myself. Happy to see you feel the same. GO AMBER! 😀

    • Aww Megan you’re so awesome! Thanks for sharing. And I too have tummy blob. You’ve gotta be proud of your body because you only get one.

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