It's been a stuggle... but I have a scapegoat

This week of running has been hard at best.  I am struggling to get out there...and even when I am out there I feel like I am running with weights strapped to me.  Ugggh.... I'm tired.  I've thought about it a lot.  It can't possibly have anything to do with me not eating right, or not sleeping much, nooooo.  I'm positive that the emotional turmoil in my life this week can't possibly be related.  Selling my house and essentially moving out in less then a week would never affect my ability to run.  Seriously... it has to be the shoes!!! 

I have completely worn out the pink and white Nikes that I have loved dearly for about a year now.  All winter long they were my indoor gym shoes... then I brought them back outside this spring and they began to fall apart.  Now there is a certain sense of pride to the holes that I have put in these shoes.  There was a lot of sweat and mental strength involved in ruining these shoes.  There is barely any tread left on the bottoms of these poor shoes.  They have been my friend for a year.  I think I am sad.  BUT.... then I find this new pair... They are pretty.... especially made for trail running which I love dearly.  I think I have fallen in love.

So I have been wearing them for a week.... and here is the problem.  I hate them.  I've never had trouble breaking in a new pair of shoes.  Yes, they have great tread and I do notice a different on the trails... but then my beloved pink and white ones are nearly bald so there really is no comparison there.  I think it is NOT a conincidence that my runs have been yucky for a week now....AND I have been wearing new shoes for this week.  By deductive reasoning alone my problems are not the food, the sleep, the stress.....no.  My problem is the new shoes.  You'll see my in my tread-bear pink and white Nikes with the holes on the sides next week.

I set a goal..... and blah blah blah

They always say that when you set a goal you should do two things.  First write it down on paper.  Second tell someone else your goal.  I'm not sure if blogging counts as writing it down on paper, but facebook certainly counts as telling someone.  It is funny how our brains work.  I can tell myself that I am going  to run 100 miles in the month of March (momentary happy dance).  But, if I only tell myself and I don't achieve that goal then I am the only one that knows thereby living in my own disappointment but not having to face the facts with anyone else.  Not that any of my friends or family are going to berate me for missing my goal by a mile or two....that is not the point.  There is something about telling your friends that you are going to do something that makes you, well me anyway, much more inclined to follow through.  So it's on facebook... and it is on here as well that my goal for the month of April is 115 miles and to run a new route or location once a week.  Completely achieveable but I will have to work at it.  So, I ask you all my friends and family.... hold me accountable.  Please ask me how many miles I ran or where I ran today.  I love to talk about it with people who want to know.  But, if I am talking and it sounds like blah blah blah to you.... well then you have my permission to tell me to shut it.  Now.... how am I going to get all the other stuff done this month.... hmmmmm.... oh well.  Procrastinate I say.