So lazy.....ran only 19 miles last week. My sister and I ran 5 miles Monday. We ran 1:1's. This is what happened to her afterward---->Thursday, Calvin and I ran 5.5 miles; running 1 mile:1 minute rest. We shaved over 10 minutes off the run on Monday.
Saturday loomed on the horizon. I had been dreading Saturday...it haunted my sleep.
Stalking me like a wounded lamb, I tried every avenue of escape; "I'm sick", "I think I have sciatica". Nothing could shake the determined beast...aww Saturday!
I was unprepared...out of my routine...off schedule...away from my "peeps". But there was no denying it, my alarms contemptible siren rouses me at 5:45 am. Fighting the light, I begrudgingly dress and accept my fate....I am Saturdays' pawn.
The elevators decent...18, 17, 16, 15.....ticks down the remaining moments of my pain free existence. Along the bike path, by the ocean, through the ritzy beach house communities, past the high rise condos, and so on, and so on.....it becomes abundantly clear that this run is going to suck, suck worse then any other run has sucked before. My energy is zapped and my left brain screams obscenities. I just want to stop and at mile 9 we did.
Every run can not be great. I heard a quote once, "if you start feeling good during a run, don't worry you'll get over it." This quote has never been more true then Saturday.
"I am Saturday's Pawn" - that is so funny! And true!! I ran on vacation too - just 5.5 - and it was TERRIBLE. But at least we ran! ;)
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