I still wasn’t feeling great on Tuesday. I had worked from home, random hours, on Monday and Tuesday. Monday, I hadn’t slept well and the time change kicked my butt. Tuesday, I didn’t get any sleep that night at all and I was a zombie. (I broke down and took an Ambien last night. And I hate taking Ambien.)
Tuesday my plan called for 6 miles with some speedy intervals in the middle. The speedy intervals didn’t happen. And neither did the whole 6. I decided some miles were better than no miles, and will attempt that run tonight.
I was dragging butt. And my left leg decided to act up again a mile in. I stopped to stretch it a few times, and it just never really loosened up. (Mental note: roll every day. For real. Just do it.) Worst yet, I couldn’t get out of my own head. Sometimes, I can just listen to music and let it all go. Sometimes, I can just run, hear everything around me and sort of meditate. Sometimes, no matter what I can do, I can’t block out the things that I least want to think about. My last year. The hurt. The pain. Being sick. Feeling alone. It all floods in, and the more I try to stop it, the faster it all hits me. I have not had a crying run in a while, but maybe last night I was due. It was all just too much at that point in time.
I finished my run and it started to rain for a bit. Tomorrow is a new day.
On the bright-side, I guess the local news was at Pi Day. They had a segment on the race and when they cut from the news anchor to race footage, guess who was running by the camera? They made it look like I was leading the pack, so that was kind of neat. (But not at all accurate). It did brighten my day a bit though 🙂