I woke up again and some Hallmark movie was on. By now it was 10:00. I only do this when I really have no plans all day. If I were going with someone or I had to be somewhere, I would have gotten up and gotten it over with. Instead, I procrastinate and procrastinate. I mean, let's face it. Running ten miles is not my idea of a good time.
Finally, by 1:00 I started getting ready. I slammed a Coca Cola and ate a cheese, tomato, pickle sandwich on toast. Got my water and Gu together and finally took off around 1:30.
When I left, I told Kevin that I may not do all 10. Maybe I'd do 5. I just really, really, really didn't want to run. I'm not really sure why. I guess I was just tired.
I never start running until after I walk up a hill that leads out of my little neighborhood. Once I was at the top I seriously considered going home. I told myself to just go and see how far I could get.
To make a long story short, every mile sucked. At the end, I knew I hadn't gone out far enough to get to ten miles. I went around a cemetery once and instead of going again like I should have to get to ten, I said forget it and headed home. I ended with 9, which was good enough for me.
|Yes, I had tater tots for supper.|
It's runs like these that really count. I knew that I would appreciate this after it was done and these are the runs that will make me better, blah, blah, blah. I'm just glad it's over.
And, the good part is, when I have a bad long run the next week is really good. I'm hoping that holds true next week since that is my half marathon!
|Adding butter, real butter|
We watched Return to Camp Sleepover or something like that. It was so bad, yet funny. By the time it was over, I was so tired and so was Laura. We called it a night and I headed home to go to bed since I had to work all day today.
Now, I'm going to watch Boardwalk Empire and Homeland. I love these shows!