What you really want to know about, my aweful, when will it end, ugh why am I doing to this to myself, running is miserable, I just want to QUIT- 4 mile run.
When training for a long run, in my case a half marathon, each week it's important to add in mileage and consecutive runs to build up endurance and get your body adjusted to high mileage. You can't just wake up one random morning and start running ten miles. It don't work that way cher (sha).
Last night I had one of the hardest runs of my life. It sucked to put it mildly. Just about every three minutes, I thought about giving up on the run. Throwing in the towel and heading home. A half mile in I had to stop and tie my shoe, and I thought "This is a sign. You should just turn around now" Say what?! Yap, I wanted to quit. To come up with some excuse as to why I couldn't finish that run. Not even a bomb ass song could pull me out of my funk. I dug deep and kept moving. I had to reach way deep down into the darkest depths of my "Please let me wake up a hot sexy supermodel prancing around in a bright red bikini" bag to get that shit done.
Would Doutzen give up on a 4 mile run? No. No she would not. That's why she looks like this:
Operation Red Bikini!!!!!!
It wasn't a long distance for me, 4 miles, and I've run it much much faster previously. I don't know if my injuries are holding me back more than I thought, if my body is adjusting to the higher mileage, the loaner Newton's I had on my footsies, running into the wind, but it was not my day. That's ok too, can't be on fire every single day. I finished. That is what is important and that is something to be proud of. That's why I'm grinning like a crazy idiot in this picture.
I've got a three mile run on the agenda this afternoon and I'm logging my "group" run tomorrow morning because I will be out of town this weekend. My Ragin Cajuns are playing in the New Orleans Bowl and you can bet your bottom dollar the Noel krewe will be there! I'm going to try and get in a keek inside the Superdome. Fingers Crossed. You can also bet I'll be shoving greasy Bourbon Street pizza in my yap Saturday night too. Clearly, that is why I work hard all week long, to trash can my body out on the weekends. Seems like a theme as of late huh? Holidays.
Speaking of greasy pizza....
No carbs day 4- I feel fantastic. No temptation to cheat, I don't miss bread when I do these challenges, and I feel so light. Cutting breads, sugar, and processed crap will make you feel like a million skinny bucks.
Weekly weigh in time tomorrow.... Don don don! I'm so close, it's the final countdown!
Feeling festive on my "Friday", and still rocking flats to baby my PF.