The forecast sucked all weekend so I was just hoping that there wasn't a torrential down pour or a tornado. Lucky for me, there wasn't.
As we all know too well, running is a mind game and today I just didn't play a strong game.
What zzzzzapped me?
- Wind Advisory. Yep, 35 mph gusts.
- Ipod dead before I left the parking lot. #WINNING
- I slept wayyy late. I originally got up at 7am, ate a bowl of Frosted Flakes, fed my whiny cats and went back to bed when my running bud decided to opt out of the gale force wind-a-thon. So, I got up again at 11am and had a major sleep hangover.
- By the time I hit mile 3 around 1pm, I WAS STARVING. I had already eaten one shot blok and only had two left. Dumb. Should've ate a piece of toast when I got up for the SECOND time.
So, instead of whining and crying, I just cut the misery short. I was reminded of my brutal 18 miler when I was training for the marathon and then the redemption I found in my 20 miler the following week.
10 miles became 4 and I was already on the phone planning my redemption run with Aaron. Can I still pull of this Half Marathon without a 10 miler under my belt? Yes, I know I can, but I just need the shot of convince a redemption run can give me.
Go over to the super sweet doll, Amylee's blog and read all about MIND OVER MATTER. She inspired me to get out of bed at the crack of dawn Tuesday and pound 10 out on the dreadmill. If she can do 20, I better damn sure burn up 10!