Waiting for that "One Day"

Today started out horrible.  Woke up still sick so I resorted to getting some injections to knock this stuff out.  Thankfully, it was a half day.

I thought since I hadn't hacked up a lung since this morning I would go workout while I'm glad I went a part of me thinks I should have skipped it.  After doing the 400 meters I was once again coughing.

But I wasn't prepared for an emotion to consume me like it did.  I found myself extremely discouraged because it seems no matter how hard I try I just don't seem to be able to run or jog.  I keep trying to pick up my feet and have my brain send that message to my feet and it's not working.  I don't know why.  I know I've kept my feet practically immobile for 6 years or so but I used to be able to run and enjoyed it many years ago.  I just wanted to curl up and cry. But I know that will get me nowhere.  I know I have to keep trying but why not after a month of working out consistently, the 5k and then the 1 mile I would have thought by now I would be better at making my feet move.  Sometimes I just get so discouraged that things are so easy to others and not me.  I just want that "one day" to arrive.  I did do one thing today and started from scratch again on the nutrition because I just kept feeling like I was losing ground.  So 5 more days of the strict nutrition.  Maybe I should just keep it that way.  I must conquer this feeling and make things better!