I don’t want to blog about it, I don’t want to even talk about it. That sucked. Really, this whole week sucked. 7 miles defeated me, I defeated myself. I’ve got a handful of excuses, but excuses aren’t ok.
My goal to not miss a run went out the window on Tuesday. Guess what, it went out the window every day this week. My daughter plays softball, a lot if softball and it’s near the end of the season. That means all-stars and travel are squeezing all they can into the last few weeks. Add that to running 3 businesses and well I’m busy. I’m questioning if I’m too busy to even try to do this. We literally had something every night last week. One night we had 3 softball games in 2 locations about 40 min apart.
I had high hopes for today’s 7 miles. I wore my running gear to the 1st softball game and planned to run between games. I had it mapped out.
I headed out and felt great the 1st 1.25 miles. I was excited this is what my 7 miles would look like.
Solitude. Alone. Time with just my thoughts. Peace. Quiet. Boy was I wrong. This was one of the few moments cars weren’t whipping past me.
Then, the 74 breezy degrees that I thought would be a comfortable weren’t. The sun beating down on me kept me from cooling off even with the breeze. At one point I hoped for spontaneous rain, a sprinkler, a creek, any source of water my body could get in. I found this, but a fence surrounded it and I probably would have gotten malaria or something crazy.
I even thought about asking this woman for a ride the rest of the way.
My ITB hurt. I ran out of kt tape last weekend and my order didn’t come. I needed it.
Can I even do this? It sucks having 2 bad weeks in a row. I really hope next week is better. That’s my only goal, a better week.