Things weighing on me:
Slow slow (screw you, WIND!) 17-miler Sunday (by heart rate–the wind really does slow you down. Wow.) Then a 10-miler this morning that left me hunched over for a good 3 miles just PRAYING I’d get to a bathroom in time. Thanks, stomach. So yeah, didn’t quite nail that tempo pace at the end. Boo.
I know this is no big deal, and that I’m completely in control of reacting like a normal person–and not being a headcase. I know that sometimes your stomach just acts up (and frankly, I’d rather have that happen today, than, say on May 22.)
I know I didn’t suddenly become slower because of a bad run. And yet, I just feel so…sad about it.
What happened to that girl who was brave enough to line up with a 1:45 pacer a couple weeks ago? Who had the guts to put it in writing that she’s going for 3:40 in Fargo?
I don’t feel like her today.