I need to complain for a minute.
Yesterday I had a 15 miler on the calendar. Actually, I had a 6 miler on the calendar, but I had decided earlier in the week, that I wanted to do a long run, since I haven’t done anything more than a half marathon all year. And, since I had the time before having to go to a family reunion, I thought it would be a good day for it.
I was doomed from the beginning.
I didn’t get enough sleep the night before.
I was tired.
My legs felt really heavy.
I had GI problems from the start.
I ended up with a blister.
I couldn’t get my pace anywhere close to where I wanted it.
I was so glad to finish this run. I so badly wanted to just cross this run off my list and forget about it. It was uncomfortable…actually, it was miserable.
Ok, whining done.
The reality is, I finished it. There is a mental victory in pushing through the tough times and actually gutting it out. And that is what I did.
And, I then I went to my family reunion with my dad and the boys. And we had the best time.
But, I still have a blister.