According to my 1/2 marathon training schedule, I was supposed to run 8 miles on Saturday- "supposed to" are the operative words here, as I didn't even come close. I think I was able to run something like 2.5 miles, cursing at the cars, the grass, the hills, and my new hydration system the whole way. It was miserable.And I didn't even have a heart attack and die.
So, after our weigh-in last night, I decided I would partially make up the miles that I missed on Saturday and run 5 instead of the 3 that were scheduled. Again, I was cussing the cars, the people, the hills and everything that crossed my path, especially the broken water fountain at mile 4.
And here is a sampling of the other things going through my head during this 5 Mile Run of Turture...
-Man, that guy is totally creepy. Why is he walking around down here by himself. I should have brought my mace, but that might make my arm tired. Where would I keep it?
-What would I do if a snake crossed my path? Probably run really fast. Or have a heart attack and die and then the creepy guy would try to give me mouth-to-mouth.
-I wonder if there are any dead bodies over there.
-This sucks. I'm miserable. I'm gonna die. Who said I could run 5 miles anyway? Who's stupid idea is it for ME to train for a 1/2 marathon. I'm gonna die. I have to walk or I'm gonna die.
Sounds fun right? My psyche and I are at odds and I need some serious help/encouragement. Please. Runner's how do you get through it? How do you motivate yourself when you want nothing more than to quit?
So, I guess Karma's a bitch and she came for me today (probably for all of these negative thoughts) because look what I stepped on....
By the way, in case you have been following or even care, I lost a little over 2 lbs this week, making my total weight loss so far 21.2 lbs!