I ran 10 miles last night. Last week I had gone out planning to run 5 miles and felt great and made it just a tad under 8 and a half miles. I hadn't brought anything with me but my phone (for music), and thought I could have probably gone further if I'd had water. So this time I strapped on my water belt. That thing has just never worked right for me. I've only worn it about 4 times, and each time I regretted it. I set out last night and was miserable for the first 4.5 miles because of the godforsaken belt. I ended up saying screw it, downed the water, and tossed the damn thing in a garbage can near a bus stop; least regretted $30 I've ever thrown away, I knew I wasn't going to make it all 10 miles with that belt on. The next 5.5 miles were awesome! I need to get one of those hand held bottles, I can't do a belt.
Going to take another maintenance break for a week or two. I just can't eat in a deficit like I used to, I don't know if it's mental or physical or bother, but it sucks. Maybe I can do like 3 weeks on 2 weeks off or some other variation of off/on.
Today I just wanna eat like crap and baby my poor poor knees.
I love running. I love running in that I have always hated running and now I've made running my bitch. I will do a marathon one of these days, hell maybe I'll do the one in January. At this point I know I could probably go out next week and do a half marathon.
Anyway, another one of my radom filled blog posts where you get to see just how all over the place my thoughts are.
No comments:
Post a Comment