I think I've bemoaned my miserable LA Marathon to death. We all know it sucked for me (ok, and 24000 other runners)... we all know my calf tweaked, screamed, and threw a tantrum. A six week long tantrum. We all know I kinda took a wild month.

And now I'm paying. Dear Lord, I'm paying. I'm now 8 pounds heavier than I was on March 21st. I've only ran about 7 or 8 times since then. And now that I'm actually starting to get serious about running again, I'm finding that it's hard. Not a little bit hard, but HARD. My asthma is adding to the fat fun, and I feel like a newbie.

My mind is telling me that my full marathon was only 2 months ago, and I should still be able to run like a marathoner... unfortunately, my body is barely at the 5k stage. It's annoying. It's frustrating. But mostly... it's humbling. It really is a mind f*ck. I know that I'll be back sooner, not later... but I can't lie and say that this stage is fun. This really is harder than learning how to run was the first (second, third, fourth) go round... I've started over before... I know I can do this.

But dammit... I'm sick of having to keep re-starting. I want to do this right, and I wish I knew how.