Treadmills are death. Pure exhausing unexciting horribly defeating death. I had plans to go on my training run after work with the girls today, but then I remembered my daughter has her band recital today. Ugh. That left me with 2 choices. Take it to the treadmill at lunch or forego my training run. Obviously I can't forego the run because if I can miss 1, I'll miss em all.
Mile 1, no so bad. I mean, it was still death, but there was someone else in the gym I could talk to so it made the time go by a bit quicker. Sadly, thier workout ended shortly after mile 1. Ugh. I had originally planned on going 4 miles because todays run called for an 'easy' 3 or 4 miler. Wait. Let me just stop here for a second. I refuse to continue to call these shorter runs easy. They are NOT easy, they are huffing, puffing, dying, leg cramping, wanna pukeing HARD short runs. From this sentance forward I vow to now refer to ANY run, no matter the length or preceived exhertion a HARD 3 or 4 miler. Giving that my training plan called for a hard 3 or 4 miler at a pace where I could comfortably carry on a conversation, I intended to go 4. I did 3. By mile 2 I was already regretting my decision.
I have to pat myself on the back though. I was not at work yesterday because I had an interview and it was too difficult to go work, then the interview then back to work, so I took some leave. Yesterday was also my 45th birthday. Today, at lunch time, my coworker proudly announced she was taking me to lunch for my birthday. Sorry, I'm on a 13.1 training plan. No can do hun. She was shocked! We argued a bit, I explained to her that I HAD to do the run, there was no compromise available. I have to stay on plan if I plan on completing my first 1/2 without dying. Literally. She couldn't wrap her head around someone choosing to go for a run on a treadmill in a hot sweaty gym over going to a free lunch. She exclaimed with great passion that she didn't even know what a 13.1 training plan is and what those numbers mean but sureley it didn't mean anything that beat a free lunch!
Today, I say goodbye to last years birthday present. (PIC BELOW) as you can see, the time to say goodbye has long past. I really should have said goodbye to these babies oh, about 5 months ago, however, they aren't cheap so I have to wait for my annual birthday replacement. Hoping my new shoes will help me with a new attitude and my NEXT training run will be better. No matter the struggle, the end result is worth every stinking foot strike.
Until tomorrow :) #runhappy #runfree #runwithfriends