Wind at My Back

Why is it when you start something & you think you know where it is going to take you, it ends up bringing you back to where you started?  I've been pretty bad about working out lately.  Last year, my schedule was pretty tight, I stuck to almost every workout & plan that I had.  This year it's been a total crap shoot.  & it's not from lack of motivation, or maybe it is.

Two years ago I started running.  I could barely run a quarter of a mile before I had to stop, fearful that if I didn't, I would drop dead on the spot.  I can see I have come a long way since then, but sometimes I feel like I am back on that cold night in April 2008 when I could barely run 1 mile on the Belmar boardwalk.

I've always been one to set my mind to something & do it.  My mom always says - oh I'm not going to be the one to tell you you can't do something, because I know you'll go at it full force until you prove me wrong.  Where is that force now when I need it the most?  I just don't get it sometimes.

Last night I went out to Spring Lake & it was a decent run.  It was around 90 degrees at home, but only about 75 on the beach.  Going down to Pier Beach was a little tough, the wind was blowing & I felt like I was trudging through mud.  My legs felt super heavy & just didn't want to move.  At least I knew when I got to the end to turn around it wouldn't be so bad.

When I stopped at the end of Pier Beach, I looked around & noticed that the speed limit signs have changed, the first sign on summer on Ocean Avenue! & that all the showers and water fountains were back in place.  It's almost like the first flowers of Spring.  You know it's summer when the beach badge huts and showers magically reappear on the boardwalk.  So in this time of change, I guess it was good to feel the wind at my back on the way back to Belmar.  Maybe it will push me in a new direction.