I so wish I had something good or positive to report. Sadly, I do not. Not only did I fail to do my long run this weekend (too tired on Saturday after a late Friday night and throbbing knees on Sunday) but my run today wasn't even good.
I got so mad that I couldn't (ok -- DIDN'T) do my long run this weekend. It stated off with good intentions. I woke up later than planned on Saturday morning. I wanted to run outside - at 9:00am it was already 95 with 40 or 50% humidity...NO THANK YOU! So I said I'd get all my "chores" done on Saturday and wake up early on Sunday to run. I checked the weather report for Sunday morning -- it reported 78 at 8am...not bad!!!! I was excited. YES, I was finally going to get a good outdoor run in! Set my alarm for 8am, got out of bed...oh no! My knees! Dangit! UGH...my knees were killing me, I mean killing. They hadn't hurt that bad in a long time. Not wanting to push myself, I decided to hold off thinking "Well, if I have to run on the treadmill today, I guess it's not the end of the world." But let me tell you - 45 minutes, inside, overlooking the pool...not my ideal running conditions. Not wanting to even move, I went back to bed. Woke up around 9am and started my day...not well. My knees hurt the entire day, I even wrapped one of them, so needless to say, I didn't get my long run in...not happy about it.
But it's ok, right? WRONG! I kept thinking, maybe my body just needed a little bit of a break, my run tomorrow (which was this morning) will be awesome! No, no it wasn't. Not at all. It sucked! Really, the only good thing I have to report is that I did it. I was scheduled to run 30 minutes today, and I did, so that's good...I guess!
I know what you're thinking "She is so hard on herself" -- I know, sometimes too hard on myself, but I know my limits (most of the time) and I hate it when I reach my limits...
Oh well, I guess there is always Wednesday...right?