Today was a three mile run. This should be pretty straightforward now. I shoudn't be killing myself for three miles.
Well, I don't know what happened. I ran the first mile and was feeling damn good! In fact, I shaved another five seconds off my mile time (shut up - I still run like the proverbial tortoise).
Then I hit a wall. How could that be? How could I be doing so well and then shit the bed?
I ate breakfast this morning, thinking that would help. Perhaps I should stick with my peach or other piece of fruit and coffee instead of an English muffin with peanut butter. I thought it would help.
I also ran about an hour later than I usually do.
And it is getting warmer outside.
All of these things have conspired against me! Bastards all of you!
That's okay. When I finished - with a horrible time - I felt pretty good. I was tired and hot and sweaty, but I felt pretty good.
Good enough to go to yoga tonight.
And good enough to continue fundraising.
A giant thank to you for supporting me to one of St. Bonaventure's trustees and a wonderful and inspiring woman - Laurie Branch. I need the confidence you willingly give!
No comments:
Post a Comment