No part of today's 7 mile run felt right. And you might find yourself saying "of course it didn't feel right, dumb ass, it was 2.5 miles short." Touché!
But seriously... I can't say that anything hurt or was even uncomfortable. But, somehow, everything felt wrong. Part of the issue, of course, is that I went into today's run with the assumption that I wasn't going to complete it. I just knew my heart wasn't in it. Still, I held out some hope that, once I got going, I'd regain some interest in my workout. It just never happened. At some point during mile 2 I realized there was no hope of bouncing back and that, more than sticking to my miles for the week, what I really needed was a little break. Not so much a physical one, but a mental one. So, I decided to run 4 miles instead of 7. When I finally reached the 4 mile mark, I thought I'd see if I could make it just a little bit further. That last half mile was more irritating than the first 4 and I knew I'd reached my limit.
So, after a little stretching and some water, I finally realized what I wanted more than anything... to check out for a little while. I can't say I necessarily "earned" it, but I opted to finish my evening with a glass of wine and some mindless tv. As far as the rest of those miles are concerned... they'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
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