I ran for 30 days consecutively, just a half hour a day or so. After the Half-marathon on November 30th I took a day off to rest HECK YES I DID. Since then I have been running every other day or so, like I used to, with an emphasis on "or so."
And I feel terrible. It's as if when you stop moving your body, your body develops an inertia you can feel. Suddenly, I'm an old man - not because I'm sore, but because I feel lethargic.
Don't get me wrong - when I run I get TIRED. I only run for about 23 minutes and then stop, like it's my own personal wall, past which only a walk break is possible. It's hard. I'm like Rocky, on mute. Silence and a lot of huffing and puffing.
It's a funny thing about working out, that it enervates you while it is making you tired, it invigorates you as it breaks you down.
I ran yesterday, a nice 3 mile loop in Discovery Park in Seattle. And now, all things considered, I'm running today. HECK YES I AM.
I thought that the hardest thing would be getting going on my experiment, getting it off the ground. It wasn't. I had a few days where I felt obligatory about it, like it was doing laundry. But I was motivated.
As it turns out, stopping was harder.