This was going to be a post chronicling how I started a run unmotivated and tired and finished invigorated. It’s not going to be that post.
Today was an alright day. It started out fine, but then became kind of crummy. And by crummy, I mean “Everything makes me cry” kind of emotions. Things were not great.
I had to run four miles as part of my 5K training, but I did not want to. I was exhausted at 1 p.m. when I was supposed to head out, and I could barely get myself out the door. But I did, and I went to the trail, and I ran two miles out and two miles back.
My run wasn’t that bad but it felt slow. I ended up running at about 10-minute mile pace, which really isn’t that slow for my long run, but I just felt like I was plodding along. There were times when I wanted to crawl into bed in the middle of my run. That’s not supposed to happen.
There were a few things that kept me going during this run. I had to make myself a few promises:
- If I ran the first two miles without stopping, I could stop to take photos on the way back.
- I had no “set pace.” If I was hurting, I could slow down. (I kind of broke this one at the end because I just wanted to be done.)
- After my run, I could eat a banana and some graham crackers. (I was hungry.)
These promises helped me through, but afterward I was feeling icky. Sore, sleepy and nauseous/hungry. It was not good. I ate the banana and the graham crackers. They didn’t really help. I was nauseous all through The Maneater budget/workshop. I took a nap after. Still feeling tired. BLECH.
Now that I’m done, I can’t really say “I’m glad I did it.” This is odd, because I almost always feel better after a run. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow and when I run again on Sunday.