Today's run was one of those runs that makes you think: "Wait, I CHOOSE to do this? I say I love runnning? I hate running!". It was horrible, miserable, blah. First of all, I didn't even want to get off the couch, and then I wanted to be done at 3 so bad, but forced myself to do one more lap, then forced myself to do .4 more to get to 5. The last 2 miles were so incredibly slow and sluggish, I felt liked I'd been running 20, not 5. It was windy (my hat blew off, and it felt like I was on a treadmill at times, not even moving), raining, and I felt naked without running with my beloved Cooper. Last week I had 2 dogs and this week I had no dogs! There was a rainbow, the one nice thing about this run. Finally (before this entry becomes a novel), I started having major anxiety and hypochondria about this weekend. Every little ache became a stress fracture, and thoughts of getting injured again flood through my head. I can't help think that it is so similar to last year, last year ran 13.1 the week before the half and felt fine, this week I ran 12 and felt fine, and I kept feeling possibly imaginary twinges in my shin and leg. UGH. This annoys me to even write it, I don't want to be this hypochondriac person. It is just like riding a horse, its time to get back on the horse. I know what the stress fracture felt like, it HURT, shooting pain every time my foot landed on the ground. That's what to look for, not these weird imaginary things. Whine whine whine whine WHINE, this is disgusting, I'm done. Splits: 9:50, 9:27, 9:11, 9:43, 9:49 - yep, you can see those horrible miles 4 & 5 TT: 48:01 AP: 9:36
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