5 Bad Miles
I was really tired tonight before getting on the treadmill at the gym. I’d missed my morning trail run, so I was doing this as pennance. I felt low energy, but jumped into the run just the same. At around 2.4, I felt like stopping. I even started thinking things like, “no one will know.” Duh.
I slogged through. I walked a little more often than my typical 9:1 frame. I ran at 5MPH a few times, where I am now at a minimum at 6MPH. But I pushed and pushed. I wasn’t in pain. I was breathing heavy and my engines were running a lot hotter than normal, but whatever. I was still okay. So, I kept going.
Kat, of course, reminds me that I haven’t slept much in several days due to 3rd shift work. She reminds me that I just endured a closing for our new place today (aka: sign here and suffer forever). She reminds me that I moved two carloads of stuff from one place to the other.
Oh yeah. That.
So, another 3 or 4 tomorrow morning for vindication. I MUST get to a trail. I’m sick of the gym.
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There are some warning signs there Chris. Watch it ok? We don’t want to see you get injured.
Take care.