Raise you hand if you like to read depressing and negative blog posts.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Yeah, me either.
Which is why I haven't said much lately. I've been feeling worn down. Tired. Blah. Exhausted - both physically and mentally. I feel like I haven't been doing enough.
But I know it's not true. I've been swimming, strength training and running. I've been seeing my PT. The IT band is feeling okay-ish again. Strengthen, strengthen, strengthen.
But I'm still in a funk. I did my long run tonight. I went out with a goal of 16 miles. I threw in the towel after 10. If you want to read about what it was like, check out my 13-miler of pure unadulterated hell from a few weeks ago. Tonight's run was very similar...but SLOWER. Ugh. My 10:20 pace from my 20-miler was nowhere to be found.
So the recap. I ran 10 miles. Slowly. It sucked. And then I came home, dying for a nice steamy shower.
THERE WAS NO HOT WATER IN MY BUILDING.
Dude!
I figured that it was a sign from the Baby Jesus that I should shower at the gym...and then swing by the Dairy Queen drive-thru for a butterscotch dip cone. So that's what I did. Who I am to refuse a sign from the Baby Jesus??
No splits today. Too depressing.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Yeah, me either.
Which is why I haven't said much lately. I've been feeling worn down. Tired. Blah. Exhausted - both physically and mentally. I feel like I haven't been doing enough.
But I know it's not true. I've been swimming, strength training and running. I've been seeing my PT. The IT band is feeling okay-ish again. Strengthen, strengthen, strengthen.
But I'm still in a funk. I did my long run tonight. I went out with a goal of 16 miles. I threw in the towel after 10. If you want to read about what it was like, check out my 13-miler of pure unadulterated hell from a few weeks ago. Tonight's run was very similar...but SLOWER. Ugh. My 10:20 pace from my 20-miler was nowhere to be found.
So the recap. I ran 10 miles. Slowly. It sucked. And then I came home, dying for a nice steamy shower.
THERE WAS NO HOT WATER IN MY BUILDING.
Dude!
I figured that it was a sign from the Baby Jesus that I should shower at the gym...and then swing by the Dairy Queen drive-thru for a butterscotch dip cone. So that's what I did. Who I am to refuse a sign from the Baby Jesus??
No splits today. Too depressing.
5 Comments:
It's only 6:30 in the morning, but now I really want a dipped cone from Dairy Queen.
Hope you shake that funk!
("Shake that funk" sounds like a bad hip-hop song sung by a white dude)
the signs from the baby jesus are very powerful and should not be ignored ... you did the right thing. A good run is on it's way.
I often get those same signs that I should eat ice cream.
Don't beat yourself up -- bad runs happen to good people. I had a majorly (I swear that's a word) sucky run a few weeks back where I could barely run a 10:15 mile. It was supposed to be 11 miles, but I cut it short at 7. Two days later I ran a 50:12 10K!
As for Dairy Queen, I'm thankful there aren't any in within a 15-mile radius. I just love their chocolate-dipped cones (although I'm sure there are relatively few natural ingredients in them!)
And thank you for stopping by my blog!
I know what you mean. I feel like instead of running or doing anything productive, I've spent most of my time bitching about how I need to get my ass in gear and stick to a running schedule.
I had DQ last night. Gooooddd stuff!
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