After my second lackluster run in less than two weeks, I've decided to take a self-prescribed running break. My toe hurts, and Tim suggested taking a few days off when I
I couldn't even get through two miles at race pace tonight before slowing down and resolving myself to whatever pace I could muster. I've been using my runs in the same way a lot of people use food, channeling every emotion I have into the pavement. In theory, it's a healthy way to deal with stress. In reality, it's making for some raw, heavy runs.
I just kept thinking about how easy it was to run five miles at an 8:40 pace with MacKenna a few months ago while still maintaining a conversation. I couldn't come close to that today in my seven-mile pace run with focusing all my efforts on the run.
The truth is, this shit is not fun for me right now.
I don't really want to be contemplating whether vaseline is a suitable substitute for body glide or what nail polish color will best obscure my not-work appropriate, about to fall off toenail.
Nor do I want to be having "strawberry" muscle milk for dinner tonight, again. This does not taste like strawberry or milk, people.
|Old photo, but I own this fountain|
My training plan calls for a four-mile run tomorrow and a half-marathon Sunday. I'm taking a break until at least Monday. If I have a sunnier outlook, I'll tackle the 13.1 miles then. Right now, the mere thought makes me want to cry.
Anyone else been here? I'm thinking after a few days of taking it easy, I'll be in a better mental and physical place. Also, I'm going to go see a sports medicine/podiatrist/orthopedist something for my foot. This is ridiculous to still be in pain on one side and losing a toenail on the other.