Talk about feeling weak.
Tonight, I set off for a very slow and teeny jog to try to find my legs again. But 100m was all it took to set my lungs off and I had to slow myself down to a halt. I took to breathing exercises and working on my stability instead. I did some plies by the canal and concentrated on the fresh air and beauty of the sunset. Believe it or not, this was all it took to work up a sweat. But I took it as a good thing - How often do we really concentrate on the little steps it takes to run a mile, I thought.
So I haven't really found my legs, which is worrying. I don't intend to run myself to the ground this time - When I was feeling all down about inactivity recently, a mentor told me to
live to race another day which I took as great advice. So I'm trying to get back to it as slowly as I had started. This is really going to be about starting from scratch ...
So here I am.
Scratching.
Come on, legs. You can do better than that =)
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