I had the choice, however, to either go home, turn off the world and read a good book or brave the elements for a second time and get in a long run.
It’s been a low mileage week so I really had no choice. I begged Steven, my new running bff, to run with me. I just couldn’t run alone. I needed someone to push me.
Last night I had drinks and stayed out way too late. I was tired. I wanted to hide under my covers. I felt gross. I needed strong coffee.
Fortunately I left the running decision up to Steven. Otherwise I think I may have wimped out. I gave him a way out since he already ran 10 km in the morning. But oh no, he called me on my wimpy-ness.
No excuses. We ran. Oh yes, we ran.
We ran 11 km when I pulled the plug. I thought this is freaking enough! What am I doing? I need coffee. I need a blankie.
My legs were heavy. I remembered that first long run with Amber and company when my hydration pack froze. This time I was running on borrowed time.
I wasn’t hydrated. I wasn’t fuelled. I was tired. My head was aching. I pretty much sucked. Please don’t tell my LTR clinic. I need to practice what I preach, right?