Paradoxical as it may sound, I didn’t think I would have the strength to not run as much as I was used to for this long, but we’re well into February and my mileage this year is incredibly low. I try to ignore my running log, ’cause looking at it will just make me wanna cry, but for the sake of my blog let’s have a look.
I started January with a 10.2-km week, and I continued the month with lots of rest, a few (mostly stroller) runs here and there, and a daily yoga session. To my own surprise, I didn’t miss going out for a run much at all, and my determination to focus this year on yoga and flexibility kept growing. My total mileage for January was a record low of 90.4 kilometers.
This month, I have picked up the pace and distance a little bit, but nothing compared to my normal mileage. I mostly run three times a week, and distances vary from 6 to 16 kilometers, but on average I would say they are about 10 kilometers. At the time of writing, I’ve logged 94.5 kilometers in February.
Meanwhile, I continue practicing yoga daily, something I enjoy so much now that I look forward to my 30-minute session every morning. My only frustration is the lack of progress. It’s not that I don’t make progress at all; it’s just not going as fast as I would like it to be, and I hate being very bad at something. But I agreed with myself to keep practicing for six months and then evaluate whether I want to continue or find a new sport to focus on. I have the feeling yoga and I are in a long-term relation, but who knows…
How do you feel when you start a new sport or hobby from scratch? Does it frustrate you how bad you’re at it? Or do you enjoy learning a new skill?