8 Miler from Treadmill You Know Where

Well that was awful... it was one of the worst runs ever. Not because anything 'hurt' but because I was struggling mentally to stay on the treadmill. It felt like I had been on there forever (said with a nasally whine). And I had only gone 2 miles. I still had 6 more to go. I thought more than once about just quitting. I had so much other stuff that needed to get done. I don't have time for this (I kept hearing myself say). So I walked some to break it up. Then I ran. Then I walked and so on and so on. Finally I found a TV show that caught my attention. It was some maternity something with high risk pregnancies. I can't say that the last 6 miles were easy but I got caught up in the struggling babies fight to live that I was at least distracted enough to keep moving.

I wanted to run outside, but the windchill was 22. It wasn't the cold so much that kept me in but the ice. We had a solid sheet of ice right outside my front door, with patches of ice all over the side walk. I didn't want to risk a fall. I usually fall every year on the ice and I didn't want today to be my day.

But after it's all said and done, 8 miles are in the books. Tomorrow I'm meeting with a personal trainer for some core conditioning work.

I hope next week's long run can be outside!


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