Better-ish

I’ve not shaken the funk completely, but I did do something yesterday that helped exponentially.
I ran for thirty minutes straight.
Let me back up…
The week I was back from vacation I was pretty out of sorts.  I finally tried going for a run on Thursday.  It was a disaster. Seriously, I feared for a moment that I was having a heart attack. I have never, ever experienced so much pain while running and I only made it 15 minutes before I had to walk.  I tried to start running again and the pain got worse, so I hoofed it slowly home, feeling extremely beaten and disappointed.
I talked it over with my trainer and she recommended I spend the weekend de-toxing and wait a few days before running again.  I didn’t have an entire “cheat day”, just a couple of cheat moments.  I consumed mass quantities of water, and strictly stayed away from alcohol.  Yesterday I was ready to get back on the M-W-F running, T-Th weight training horse that I had abandoned two weeks ago.  But I was scared.  Very scared that I would try to run and I would experience the same thing again.
I started nice and easy and cooked along for 30 minutes straight.  31, actually, because I wasn’t paying attention to my stopwatch.  I was slow, but I made it, and believe me, that made a HUGE difference in my mood.
Because there’s at least one thing I didn’t feel like a failure about anymore.
Incidentally, I managed to avoid gaining any weight whatsoever on vacation.  But it really wasn’t about the weight–I was scared I had lost my momentum and backslide right into my old lifestyle again.  Nah, it’s not so hard to get back on the horse after all.