Saturday, March 05, 2011
In typical Texas fashion, while the radar looked like what I have, none of the rain actually appeared. *Sigh*
I have bad days just like everyone else. This run was not shaping up well. At this point, the distance runs are mental for me. My body can do it, but at times my mind gets in the way.
I took off on my run and it was going fine. But that changed quickly. I don't know if it was the stress I've been under this week which has impacted my sleep, some hanging on marriage crap, or what. Bottom line - this run sucked.
I looked down and I had only gone 1.5 miles and it seriously felt like 5. Then my mind really kicked in with a bunch of negative crap. Negative crap about a number of things. I just kept going, but at about mile 5ish as I passed a bench, I hit pause on my Garmin and sat down. I sat there for a few minutes having a cry. I just have a bunch of crap going on and I guess this brought it to the surface.
I was going to go home and say screw this training run. But I decided to just walk for a bit and see how it went. I was torn. I wanted to go home, but I also didn't want to give up on this training run (and myself). Did it get better? A bit. I can't say that I enjoyed the run, but I was proud of myself for finishing it. 10.5 miles later I was done. Surprisingly my pace was only off by about 10 minutes.
I guess my title is an exaggeration. It wasn't my run worst ever, it's better characterized as hard. But while hard, I finished it. That's what is important.