I just got home from a 7 mile run on the Highline Canal. It sucked. Ugh. Now I'm really nervous. It was hot (just like it will be during the race), I was sore (just like I will be during the race), and I was sucking wind (just like I hope NOT to do during the race). I think the professionals call runs like these "junk miles." They were definitely junk. I just could not find my rhythm and everything just plain hurt. Damn, damn, damn. I tried to slow down (doing that "I'm-still-technicallly-running-but-really,-an-old-lady-could-pass-me-walking-right-now" thing) but that didn't help. I tried walking breaks but once I started that, I didn't want to start running again. I tried blasting good 'ol JT into my ears thinking he'd get me going as usual. No such luck. The drum beat of the White Stripes couldn't do it either. Neither could The Killers. Not even some hard core dance music did it for me today. So, basically, I trudged along in a half jog, mostly pathetic walk form and came on home. I'm aching and pissed off. Why can't my body perform the way I'd like it to? I know that I'm no "natural athlete" by any stretch but come on, let me at least go for an easy long run when I want to. So yes, I put in 7 miles today. Am I feeling good about it? Not even close. Junk.
--Tina
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