Before run: Oh my God. Why did I sleep from 6 to 8. “Just a half hour catnap. Then my run will be much better!” Shit. Now I’m sucked into the Bachelor. First week [officially] of the running plan I have mapped out and this is already not going too well. Track? Street? 49 degrees? HA! No match for my new black/cherry warmup suit. Well, too late now. Off I go to channel the ‘Little Frozen Engine that Could’.
After run: Oh God. They should make personal WORSTS for nights like these. Let’s see. It’s cold, it’s so windy I feel like I’m running backwards, and it’s late. What hurts about halfway through? What DOESN’T hurt? My ears feel like they’re going to blow off, but not before they cause me enough pain, my sides hurt, my throat is iced up, my eyes are spouting the teary equivalent of a mild breakup, and all the teeth in the back of my mouth feel like they all have cavities. My sides are starting to split, and my right upper back is starting to hurt. This must be that wall they’re always talking about.
Since running gave me this pain… Maybe running will take it away.
This is just crazy enough to work.
And it did!
Tonight I tried to whole Run/Walk method. Now, I thought I was doing horrible. But as I ended the workout, Lance Armstrong comes over my Nike + iPod to congratulate me on a personal best.
HUH?!
