I said it.
Hate me if you want. Scream at me if you will.
Running? Hate? Your anger level is probably slowly creeping up the veins in your neck right about now. You probably want to tell me those words don't belong in the same sentence.
But I said it. So there.
Yesterday's 16 miler was epicly bad. Horrendous. I hated almost every step of it. By mile two I was ready to call it quits. By mile 9 I hated life. WHY?
I almost wished it was because my knees hurt. I almost wished it was because I was still sick. But no. The body was feeling as good as it possibly could. My lungs were 95% better. The weather was good. I had James to keep me company.
Yes, running against the wind for 90% of the run didn't help. Not having run a long run for over a month didn't help either. But it wasn't that.
I can't figure out why it was just SO DARNED BAD yesterday. I just mentally clocked out 2 miles in. I could not stay in the game. I just kept thinking about the horrid wind, how I had another hour of running left, how slow I was.... basically just downright being a Negative Nancy. And for no good reason. Seriously, like every step was a struggle. Curse words were shouted. A LOT of breaks were taken. Somehow..... I managed to pound out every damned last step of the run, all 16 miles of misery.
I know that you can't have a good run every time. I know you have to live through the downright atrocious ones to truly enjoy those fabulous runs. But still.... Gosh. All I can say is, I'm glad it's over and I know next week's run is going to be an improvement compared to this one!
How do you deal with mentally challenging runs? Do you have any advice on how to stay motivated through the tough patches? Have you ever wanted to throw in the towel?
Well. Now that all of the negative memories have been spewed out and purged, I do have to apologize for being such a wuss. I'm not giving up on this crazy running journey any time soon. It's just that it's so darned hard sometimes!
And besides this running catastrophe, I did have quite the pleasant weekend.
I took my new bike out on its maiden voyage! It was the first sunny day we had in over a week, and you bet I was out that door faster than you can say "crotch burn"! (haha)
Since I don't really have any "cycling clothes" yet, I had to improvise:
Yes, those would be running shorts (the only pants I own that doesn't have a crotch seam), leg warmers, an orange long-sleeved tech shirt, Target jacket, and Dollar-Store gloves. Stylin'.
I am getting legit gear soon; gloves for sure and some cycling shorts. I'm debating weather to get Tri shorts or cycling shorts though. I currently have $$ for only 1 pair of shorts. Since I plan on triathloning it up soon, should I just go with the tri shorts and get cycling shorts later? or Vice versa? hm....
I also got out for dinner Sunday night too, with James and my brother. I don't eat out like.....ever, but it's nice to have a bomb meal every once in a while. We went to this cute little Italian place in Montecito called Piatti, and HOLY COW!
'Twas some of the most orgasmically good food I've had in a while. Serious grub. Braised short ribs, anyone?
And just to prove that I'm not always sweaty and gross:
Well, here's to hoping this week's long run goes much smoother! And here's to the last week of the first month of the new decade! Wow. Time sure does fly.
I hope you all have a great and lovely weekend ahead! I have some product reviews and another Feature Friday coming up :)