Stressed

I feel like blah. I wish I could get on here and say that I have been rockin' the training, but really, the only training I have been doing is training my brain to think I can't do anything. I am tired, but a part of me is looking forward to tomorrow's run. Or not.

Saturday, August 8-6 Miles Rillito River Path

Today's run was a weird one. The first three or so miles of the run felt like my feet were tied to cement blocks. It was an awful feeling. I felt like I was not in any control. It made me really kind of sad and at one point I wanted to give up. Why is giving up so easy? It should be a hard decision to give up because then people wouldn't do it so often. But I really thought about it. Hard.

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After running on the dodge side of the road through Brandi Fenton Park, we were stopped at a light and I retied my shoe. My foot woke up (it falls asleep almost always around 3 miles) and then I felt like I got a boost of energy and the cement blocks were cut away from my feet. I loove when that feeling hits. Jer calls it my runner's high and it makes me happy. I can feel my body working the way it should and it is a great feeling.