The first five miles today were tough. The last mile was pure torture.
My legs felt like someone hollowed out tree trunks and filled them with lead (I’m guessing/hoping it’s left over from Monday’s long run).
At mile two, I didn’t think I was going to be able to finish. But I told myself, “one more mile.” I had to stop and take extra breaks, which is unusual for me. I questioned why I do this to myself.
In short, it SUCKED.
The last mile was scheduled as a continuous run with gradual pace increase. It was entirely a lesson on digging deep when you had absolutely nothing left in the tank. I pushed through and finished – but it wasn’t pretty. In fact, I’d say today probably ranked in my top five worst runs ever. But I got it done. And I know now that it would take a LOT to make my upcoming five miles on Saturday and eight on Sunday *worse*
There will always be bad runs. And a ton of “okay” runs. But it will be worth it when you have those amazing runs where you feel like nothing can stop you.
Impractical Runner 