As Bridg would say, 'What the f*ck?"
As Jen would say, "Ha, ha"
As Bazu would say, "Snap!"
I hear all that and more when I screw up.
And today's run was a screw up.
I guess the one thing that always stands true for running is that it will keep you humble. Our times (pathetic as they are) have been dropping consistently the past couple of weeks. I even had a moment the other day when I thought, maybe I was finally getting 'it' and making some progress.
Initially I thought I was going to run only with Cosmo today because W had plans to go out of town. Then her plans changed....woohoo! I was very happy. Then her plans changed again and she was leaving. I started dreading the run immediately.
I whined to my husband about running alone.
He told me I still had Cosmo to run with but he knew. He knows me too well. His eyes couldn't meet mine when he said that, his shoulders slumped and he sighed deeply.
My time was a good 20 seconds/mile off from what we had been doing. I actually walked about 100 feet at the 2.5 mile mark. Cosmo was pulling at the end of his leash, spinning around looking at me, wondering what the heck was going on. The last half mile, he actually stayed right at my side, occasionally grabbing my hand with his mouth to keep me going.
I can come up with lots of reasons for the crappy showing. Lack of sleep. Lack of water. Lousy breakfast (6 chunks of canteloupe and a cup of coffee). Stiff breeze on the return. The reality is I psyched myself out.