I just had one of those “meh” runs today. Six miles, Eagle Creek, in reverse again, which I do NOT like. I’ve come to the conclusion that hills make me exhausted and irritable no matter where they fall during my run; if they’re at the beginning, I just have that much longer to be exhausted and irritable. I’m trying to tell myself that since I hate them so much, they must be good for me. It’s harder, so it’s better, right? Discuss.
Also, it’s been above freezing all week so the snow is melting, leaving in it’s wake a ton of slush and mud. I don’t know which is worse: seeing my life flash before my eyes as I plummet down an icy hill, or feeling each lumbering step catch hold in a glob of mud. Discuss.
My ankle wasn’t feeling too great this morning and I probably should have stayed off it, or done an easier road run, but it’s hard to resist the lure of the trail. So, in typical me fashion, I ignored my better sense and now I’m paying for it. (But really, people who don’t learn lessons the hard way are just boring, am I right? Discuss.)
I didn’t wrench it or twist it, thankfully, but it’s not feeling great right now. I’ve got my trusty ice pack wrapped around it and propped up on the PC tower and I’m going to do an easy road run tomorrow, no matter what. Pride be damned!
Moving on…I had another superb coffee with almond milk and a big bowl of granogurt (made up that up just now – score!)
Okey doke, time to go watch Idol…have a great night.