Beating myself up...

I've spent 7 of the last 8 days... working out... hard. Every muscle in my body aches. I'm constantly reminded of the abuse to my body with every step and movement I make. Its especially irritating with involuntary movements. So, I decided to take today off. I definitely needed a break. My feet are covered in blisters from the many many miles I've run this week and my shoulders feel as though I could collapse from just the slightest of weights. Regardless of my discomfort, I feel good. I've spent the many hours in the gym this week thinking. If I found my thoughts to be too disheartening- I added more for my body to do. I've pushed myself harder than I ever have and I'm impressed that I could take it. I realize that for anything to be valued- work has to be done to give it value. Its a slow process... but its something that only I can do. I feel the drive in me coming back. I'm excited and motivated and I'm going to keep going. I'm going to do a half marathon in the fall. I can't decide between three locations- each being in its own merit- a good run. My choices are down to Baltimore, Richmond, Va, or Philadelphia, Pa. - I'm giving myself until mid July to make a decision because by the end of July I'll be full force in training for the race I choose. Chris says I'll never do it. I'm going to prove him wrong.