Hnnnpphhh. That might be misspelled.

That’s pretty much how I felt throughout most of my run. However, trudging along feeling like each leg weighed 30 lbs, I managed to average 9:18s. Obviously I was sprinkled by pixie dust before running the last couple of weeks. I swear, every time I looked down at the GPS, I was doing 10:30s. Granted, I didn’t let myself look that often, but I felt crappy enough to simply laugh at my pace when I saw it. I started out way too hot, then was soaked for the rest of the time, and had a hard time regulating my temperature. Combining that with the fact that the sun completely disappeared, and watching a front bringing snow slowly but surely take over the sky, I thought I toughed it out the best I could. Unlike Lumpy, I don’t go all Jedi and stuff when I’m running. I think about how bad I feel and I remember other, even worse runs, then I try to remember that there will just be days that SUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK, and try to move on. I always have a song stuck in my head almost the whole time I’m running, which can be good or bad, depending on what song it is. Today it was “Pavement Cracks” by Annie Lennox. I have to be careful about what I listen to the morning of a run. If I’m not, I can end up with a gem such as “I’m Too Sexy” or anything by Milli Vanilli. It’s not pretty, and I’m still not sure if it’s a talent or a curse, or just another crazy tic that I have. So, overall, I was pleasantly surprised at the end of my run once I looked at my actual performance, but MAN I hope next week is not like this. WHEW!