We ran this morning and I was soooooo not into it. We all have these days, you just are never really sure when they are going to pop up.
I woke up actually awake and with the plan of running. I was particularly excited last night when I saw that the high for today was in the 30s (sweet!!), and when I checked the weather this morning, it was at 17 degrees (bam!) with zero windchill, specifically "calm" (double bam!).
We bundled up just a touch less severely than last week, in hopes of a 'warmer' run.
It was so not "calm", and definitely not warm.
And, my legs had other plans for me today.
I was cold the entire run, and my legs felt as if they were caked in a thick, heavy layer of cement. My feet didn't know what they were doing; I found myself looking down at them more than a few times to make sure they were actually still there.
We were barely 3/4 of a mile out when I slowed completely to a walk, Geof's arm around my shoulders. I considered turning back for home, but after I whined for a moment, and frowned the ultimate frown, we picked it back up and continued on down the path.
I don't end my races because I'm sluggish or in a less-than-awesome mood at points, why quit a training run? It's just a phase, I'll get over it.
I didn't get over it, but then again, it was only 4 miles. Had I had 96 more miles to go, I definitely would have gotten over it eventually :-)
Ah well, this run gets filed in my Character Builder tab. I haven't had one of those in a good long while, so I was long overdue.
Tomorrow will be awesomer.