Tears and more tears

Why am I so emotional???

I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm sad, I cry when I'm disappointed.

This was a weekend for all of the above.

Saturday morning was a 5.30am start with Molly.  I was supposed to run 13km as part of my training for the Multi Stage Marathon but thought with Molly by my side I'd give a go at 15km circuit of Newington and Parramatta River.

I was extremely tired Friday night and half considered starting later at 6.30 or running 6.5km and turning around and going back and letting Molly run on her own.  But the support/pressure of having a running buddy got the better of me and I was there at the crack of dawn, nope, not the crack of dawn.  I was there in pitch blackness to run the 15kms.

I did it!!! The longest distance I've ever run and felt pretty good, just a little fatigued in the top of my thighs through to my hips.

Crazy woman Molly went on to run her longest distance - a crazy 30km!!!  Go Molly!!!

I cannot believe that I could run for 1hour 51 mins, one foot in front of the other continually, without stopping to walk.  I cannot believe what the body is capable of doing.

FIRST EPISODE OF TEARS:

I had finished my run went for a walk to the bathroom and just burst into tears.  I think it was the disbelief and amazement of what my body is capable of doing.  Not only have I lost a shitload of weight but I can now run long distances!!!!

Fast forward to Sunday afternoon and I had an appointment with a sports phsyio, who was going to assess my strength, flexibility, core strength etc in looking at prevention of injuries when running.

It was interesting and tough, some of the fundamental movements, stretches she got me to do.  Some I could do, some I couldn't.  I felt like I was failing.  I know I'm not a super athlete but I thought I should've been able to do more than I was able to do.

I got a very average 12/21 with recommendations to improve core strength and my left side, which I think I favour due to previous injuries/surgeries.  The recommended score for a long distance runner was up around 18.

SECOND EPISODE OF TEARS:

I just started to blubber and once I started I couldn't stop - felt like such a sooky lala.  Kaz was there and gave me a supportive shoulder and pep talk.  Told me to focus on what I had achieved.

Job for this week - make up a visual of the amazing things I've achieved and my goals I've set for this year.  Have it handy to refer to and give myself a high five every now and then.

and

to program in one afternoon of a Michelle Bridges strength workout.

So after quite an exhausting weekend I had a great nights sleep last night - crying makes you feel exhausted.

I think with loosing weight, it's so much more than the numbers coming off and this weekend was a bit of baggage coming to the forefront.