Missing a long run.

I missed my run this morning.

I was in a bad mood.

We woke up late. Rex (my dog) had a vet appointment at 10:30 and the thought of making it to his appointment on time (my vet is very busy and always booked on weekends) was stressing me out. The humidity was about 90%, I couldn’t get a deep breath, my bra was a little twisted in the back, but all that was fine.

Then, I tripped, I fell, I legitimately began sobbing like a two year old, and I saw that despite all this hell I had been experiencing, I had only been running for 1.18 miles.

I tried to run again, but when I fell, I bruised my shin and it hurt and I didn’t think it was wise to continue when I was in still such a bad mental state.

I understand that this can happen during training. Mentally, you just don’t have it some days. I had a busy day yesterday with a vigorous yoga practice and general running around, so I was a bit sore. I was stressed about time, as I had mentioned. And with my constant allergies, the humidity is really, really not my friend.

So what do I do with a setback? Do I quit? Never.
Do I cry? A little.
Do I feel supremely disappointed in myself for letting my mind get the best of me? 100%.

I plan on making up my long run on Tuesday, when the humidity is supposed to be down and I won’t be sore from a crazy yoga practice. I need to realign myself mentally, and remind myself WHY I’m doing this. What my objectives were and are, and not to be disappointed in myself. I am achieving what I never thought I could.

Missing a long run is certainly not the end of the line for me.

Am I a runner?

A little reminder, for the tough days.

Has she died or something?

No, not quite.

Life got crazy.

I switched jobs. I went from a very active job to a desk job. I’m officially a member of the 9-5. Well, the 7-3, but you get the point. The crazy hours are gone, and my training is getting back on track from a couple weeks of craziness and half-assed hap-hazard thrown together workouts.

With that being said, training is actually going quite well. Yesterday I ran 8 miles, which is a first for me. My time was 1:28 and some odd seconds, which puts me at a 10:59 pace (average). That is pretty much the goal time I’m trying for for the 1/2, so I’m pretty excited that it’s all unfolding.

Today is the 2 month mark. 2 months until I stand at that starting line, take a huge deep breath, and run the final 13.1 miles of this journey. To represent the 2 months left, I have 2 goals that I want to accomplish (besides the obvious).

1. Keep my promises to myself.
2. Never be disappointed – I am doing more than I ever thought possible, and that is never anything to be disappointed in, even if a training session doesn’t go well.

2 months.

I think I might be crazy.