On Sunday I ran 7 miles. They were awesome. I had a hard time staying as slow as I wanted to run.
Yesterday, I did not have that problem. I wanted to run 8 miles, but it was cold and really windy. I don’t mind cold, but with the wind I just couldn’t get warm. I kept putting off the run. I went to three different grocery stores for things we need for our beer dinner this weekend. I did laundry. I ate lunch (big mistake). Finally, I just made myself start running.
The first mile was all about trying to figure out when I could run 8 miles today instead. The second mile involved running around the library multiple times as my body tried to decide if I needed a pitstop. I’m pretty sure the homeless guy on the bench thought I was crazy.
The next six miles were just an exercise in sticking to it. I (barely) managed to stay right at my slowest goal pace (could easily have gone slower). Every time the wind blew I got the shivers. My toes on my right foot are having issues with my more forefoot landing.
But I did it. And I survived. And hopefully my next long run will be better. Just have to keep reminding myself that one sucky run does not a sucky runner make. ;o)