I’m that annoying runner. When I’m running, I’m usually in my super happy fun place.
Tra la la la la biker dude who almost hit me. You can’t make me mad, because I’m running.
Big fat cheesy thumbs up to the kids walking groggily – Be cool stay in school!
I smile, I say hi to those around me and wish them a good morning/afternoon/evening.
But my last run was no such thing. I got up early to beat the heat/sun intent on testing out my leg/endurance to see if I’m ready to run my most favorite trail race ever in 10 days. After about 9 trips to the bathroom I finally set out and for 4 miles all I thought was, “This sucks. I can’t run 5 miles. I can’t even run 3. I’m quitting racing. I’m backing out of everything for the next few months. I’m never going to run again.”
Clearly, I’m a very logical, grounded runner.
Remember two weeks ago when I loved running 4ever and ever and it was so super, mega gr8. Apparently my relationship with running resembles that of 12 year old BFF girls.
So I walked. I pouted. I fought of nausea. I questioned my ability to hold my bowels.
“What if I puke right now? What if I crap my pants? What if I’m puking and then start to crap my pants.”
But somehow, I just kept running….
I decided to quit at 5. But at 5, I realized it wasn’t 100% awful, just 90%…and so I was going to do 6….I played this game with myself for 9 miles.
Actually it was really 8.98 on my GPS so I kept running in small circles until it got to 9.
I felt like a champ and totally didn’t regret the run it felt like a run that sucked. I was even more nauseous, shaky and felt like junk all over.
What do I know about sucky runs?
-They don’t happen every single time.
-I’ll get over it.
-The next one isn’t usually as bad.
-I still got the miles in.
-Now I can get myself a treat from Starbucks. #allworthitintheend
How do you recover from a craptastic run?
What’s the worst run you’ve had lately? Tell me stories because misery love company.