Today started out fine. A little stiff and cold, but fine. I met up with Meghan for a few miles after an hour of running. It was slow going with lots of black ice and ice puddles on every street corner. My pace was surprisingly slow even though I felt pretty fast when I was running. After I left Meghan back at her place I headed home to drop off my dog, I just didn't have it in me to run with him for four hours today. Just before the three hour mark I started to become very sore. My hips and legs were really hurting. The elliptical is just not as good as time on one's feet. I went back and forth between feeling good and feeling like I'd been hit by a semi truck. At one point with less then an hour of running left I nearly cried wondering why on earth I would do this to myself. Then I texted Jeff for some encouragement and received a few ridiculous photos of he and the dog. This did cheer me up some, but I was hurting. Finally I made it home with not nearly as much mileage under my belt as I'd hoped for. So not only was I hurting, but my ego was slightly bruised as well. More than once, while running, I thought about that fact that I have nearly twice this far to go in March and I'd certainly better get my training going now that it's February (PANIC!!!) After a shower, a bath, some relaxing a quite a bit of foam rolling I'm doing slightly better (read, I can walk up and down the stairs like a normal human.) I feel like I should end on some sort of positive note, but I'm not sure how to do that. I just hope this next week of training won't prove so difficult.
1 giant blister (it's gross, you should see it)
2 sore legs
1 bruised ego
P.S. I am still glad I went out even though the second half of my run pretty much sucked. Now I own those miles! They are mine. So is the blister.