Or maybe my body hates me. It certainly felt like it last night. My allergies are driving me crazy, so my breathing was off. My ankle was stiff and my legs were tired. I really didn’t want to run, but it was one of those runs I needed to do. And to add insult to injury, my digestive system decided to add some commentary at about 2.5 miles in to what turned out to be a 3 mile run.
I try not to get down about the fact that I don’t seem to be getting much faster overall. I can manage a “fast” run every once in a while and I do ok at speedwork, but I’m not making any consistant gains. I try to remind myself that I run to stay healthy and to be a good mom, but honestly, right now I’m kind of pissed at my body for not improving.
I’ve thought about not running for a while, but I’m not sure my marriage could survive that. So, c’mon body, give me a good run and start showing me some steady improvement.
If today’s run sucks as bad as last night’s, I’m going to drink my weight in beer tonight. Oh, wait. I think that was the plan anyways…