Yeah, yeah. I know I have said that before. I'm sorry about that. I'm just trying to be honest with myself--and the few of you that do read this.
So, yeah. Running. It sucks.
I skipped out on running Monday and Tuesday. I have no real excuse. I just didn't wanna. Shrug. I did let Jillian Micheals kick my butt though. Despite the grumps, I was determined to get a run in on Wednesday evening. Work is annoying (as usual), so I thought a run would help.
How wrong I was.
It was hot and windy out. I put on some shorts and my chubby, white legs almost blinded me! Ugh, is it already time for running in shorts? This girl is just not ready for that. Anyway, I headed out the door with the intention of running up Cemetery Hill and towards Murphy Lake. Um, yeah. That didn't happen. From the moment my feet hit the pavement, I was uncomfortable. My legs were DEAD. I kept pushing, telling myself that I just needed to warm up. As I was fumbling along that first mile, I realized that Spring sort of stinks. There was an odor blowing in the wind-- I had no idea that the various bushes and trees blooming actually smelled so bad. I started coughing after trying to take a drink of water. Then, my leg cramped. THEN, my earbuds came out during a particularly forceful wind gust. Ugh. Eff this.
So, I quit.
I was only about a mile and half in and several blocks from my house, and I just gave up. As I walked, I just got mad at myself, so I tried to start running again, which just lead to me getting pissy again. Such a vile circle of hell I put myself in over something that I claim to love. Blah. So, I made it home, did some stretches and tried not to be in a bad mood for the rest of the night. I was unsuccessful.
The following day, I got a text from Leah asking if I was still up for running with her that evening. I was still pretty upset with myself from the day before, so I figured I really needed to. Plus, it was like 20 degrees cooler out! Wacky southern Illinois weather. With the exception of not running the route correctly (we had to improvise at the end!) that run went MUCH better. Maybe it was because it was cooler out or maybe it because I had the company of Tim and Leah. Either way, I got through it and felt redeemed.
Tim and I did a "long" run on Sunday. We ran the Neighborhood Co-Op Nutrition 5k (check out the Race Report here!) on Saturday and with the Iron Mom a few weeks away, I am trying my hardest to stay on track with the long runs.
I didn't sleep very well Saturday night and woke up with a headache, so I decided to try to get at least 6 miles in. The first few miles were fine. I didn't really feel great, but I was moving. I kept waiting to feel warmed up. It just never happened. My allergies were also bothering me, so my breathing was off. I started to get crabby. Total bummer considering my great run the day before. Because I was so moody, I was a bit bratty (actually, I was more like the other B word, if ya know what I mean) to Tim. I don't know how he tolerates my crankiness-- at one point I told him to leave me or else I was going to beam him with my water bottle. Not very nice at all. Just so you don't think I'm a complete my monster, I did feel bad about being a jerkface and did apologize to him. I'm super lucky he forgives easily.
Yeah, this week was not exactly the greatest run week. I know I just need to shake it off and start fresh tomorrow. It is so hard to shake off bad runs sometimes. They make it easy to just want to give up. I'm lucky to have friends and family that understand me when I say, "I love running, but I also hate running." They know that for every crap run, there is one that makes you feel like you can do anything. I guess that is why the bad runs are so difficult. I want to push myself and feel accomplished afterwards, not just sweaty and beat up.
So, what does this upcoming week have in mind? I'm hoping for awesome, but if I get more yuck, I guess I'll just keep chasing the "good run" until I catch it...
Running sucks, but not as much as NOT running does.
On a personal note, today was Tim's grandmother's 90th birthday. Also, his grandparents 67th (!!!) wedding anniversary is next week. We celebrated these two momentous events today with family and friends. It is pretty darn great to be a part of a family that has so much love.
Until next time...
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