Yesterday I had the worst run ever. Lately I haven't been doing well just in general, but yesterday took the cake. After our February 5k Tink & I had increased distance a bit up to 4 miles, with the goal of 5.24 miles by May for our Marathon Relay Team. Then out of nowhere, some time around 2 weeks ago, I couldn't even finish our usual 3 miles that we've been doing routinely for months. What the heck?
So I started yesterday in a funk from the beginning knowing how poorly I'd been running the past week or so, plus I was running alone for the first time in a while, PLUS all the spandex models who were apparently hibernating & getting skinnier all winter were out full force. (It's really easy to feel hardcore when you're the only crazy people running in the snow... not so much when surrounded my models who could kick your ass.) I have no idea why this effected me the way it did but before I knew it (sometime between my 1st & 2nd walk breaks) I was this runny, gross, crying AND running mess of a person. I can only imagine what went through the mind of anyone who passed me.
It was bad.
After starting up my jog... again... after the 2nd break, I finally decided "this is just dumb" & walked the rest of the way. It's the first time in my life I ever felt good about quitting. I started thing whole running thing to have a healthier body & get some clarity of mind, & I wasn't getting either of those yesterday. So instead of beating myself up any further... I stopped. I'm thinking of taking the rest of the week off. Obviously my body hates this right now, & so does my head. So maybe I'll give them both a vacation from the running. Blah....