Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Icks

I did NOT want to run today.  I could think of about 75 other things I wanted to do other than go for a run, one of them being eat dinner.  I was so close to telling my husband screw it, let's just go home, but I kept reminding myself that I wanted to be really on point all week since I am going to be traveling a lot in the next two weeks.  I have total control of home, but we all know the pitfalls that traveling can bring, so I want to go into my vacation/business trip at the best I can be at this point.  I wanted to end the week at a low weight and having eaten healthy.  So, off to the gym we went.

I had an unpleasant surprise awaiting me when I grabbed my clothes out of my gym bag.  I admittedly just reused the clothes that I wore to the gym yesterday where I had a great, sweaty 45 minutes on the elliptical (set at a 10 thank you very much).  My clothes were still wet from yesterday, and let me just tell you, there is nothing that will give you the icks like pulling on sweat soaked clothes to go sweat in them some more.  It's like note to self, don't be a lazy bitch and get fresh clothes the next time!!

The minute I stepped outside, I knew the run was going to suck.  My Garmin was being a real ass about finding satellites, so I stood there for about 4 minutes trying to coax it along, which always gets me riled up.  When I finally got going, I immediately felt like I was running in cement, and like I had a 50 pound weight on my chest.  I will be straight up with you, 0.20 miles into the run, I wanted to take a walk break.  All I could think was, "You have to be f'ing kidding me, I just ran SEVEN miles a couple of days ago in the rain."  I did manage to hold off on taking a walk break until I did a mile, but it felt like the hardest mile since I started training again last fall.  I felt angry and flabbergasted that I felt so good during seven miles and was struggling through this measly three miles I had planned.

It never got better.  When 1.5 miles hit, I seriously considered walking the rest of the 3 miles.  That's how bad I felt.  The only thing I can compare it to is the elliptical when you have it set to some insanely high resistance.  My run was like an elliptical on 12 while wearing a corset, because let's not forget that I could NOT breathe.

It is super concerning to be barely able to push through a 3 miler, and I am racking my brain as to what the issue could be.  Is it that I am simply not an early evening runner?  Do I do better in the morning with a breakfast and coffee, no water?  Did doing the elliptical yesterday affect me negatively?  Did I eat something that affected me?  These are the questions that run through my mind with no answer.

So here is my shitty time, although I will deduct a minute and a half from this because I stopped to pet a really cute dog.  Ya'll know that if there is a dog within a mile radius of me, I'm petting it!  I thought it was a Rhodesian Ridgeback, but it was a pitbull with a GIANT head.  He was very sweet though, and his name was Butters.  That so happens to be one of my favorite South Park characters.  ;)

I mean, it's embarrassing when your time is basically the same time as when you started running months ago. Hopefully Thursday is better.  :(

Speaking of dogs and to end on a happy note, but we have been slowly getting new stuff for our greyhound.  We will be getting him/her at the end of the month, and can't wait!  Yesterday we got our crate bed, which was the last thing we had ordered.

This crate is HUGE by the way.  I am fairly tall, but can fit in it with plenty of room to spare.  At least we know the dog will be comfy while we are at work!


  1. Some runs just suck. Congratulations on the future addition to your family.

  2. Running often makes no sense. We have good days, and we have bad. At least you didn't quit!

  3. Thanks ladies! I'm going to shoot for 5 miles tomorrow, so hopefully I'm feeling the mojo!