I stayed up late last night, drinking wine and eating french fries. It was a fantastic evening, and I figured that if I didn't feel up to running this morning I could just wait until tomorrow. I woke up earlier than planned and felt great. Then I started running. I don't know whether it was the lack of sleep or the late night food and drink (probably both), but I felt terrible for most of the run. Today's run rivaled the "all you can eat Indian buffet" day (which, strangely enough, was also a 12 mile run. Apparently I am not meant to run in 12 mile increments). I continued, partly because I didn't want to have to try again tomorrow, and partly because I decided that it would be a great day to test out my mental strength, since the physical strength thing wasn't working out so well. I finished (slightly slower than normal, but I'm giving myself huge kudos just for running) and magically felt a million times better. I'm just happy it's done.
Today's run was 70% mental, 25% the musical stylings of Lenny Kravitz and The Backstreet Boys, and 5% physical (really, just the fact that I was conscious). I should make that into an inspirational poster.
14 days to go. Not gonna lie, I may have started hyperventilating when I saw that.
Today's run was 70% mental, 25% the musical stylings of Lenny Kravitz and The Backstreet Boys, and 5% physical (really, just the fact that I was conscious). I should make that into an inspirational poster.
14 days to go. Not gonna lie, I may have started hyperventilating when I saw that.
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