Last night I had all the signs: I was tired, exceptionally cranky, fed up with both my husband and my boys, had a day of lousy food choices, and didn't even have the teeniest desire to go out for a run.
THAT is when I know that I NEED to run. All he warning signs were present, so it was time to move my tail out the door.
So amazingly enough, I did.
It ended up being pretty good, despite its lousy beginning. I started off on a leg of road from my house that, for the past year, I had deemed a .25 mile section. When I looked at my watch and it read 4 minutes, I nearly lost my mind!!! I couldn't figure out how in the world I was running a 16 minute mile!!!! :( That set the tone for the first couple miles of the run, and I ended up turning off my watch so that I wouldnt continue to frustrate myself.
Funny enough, when I got home after the run and mapped the route, the segment in question ended up being just over .31 miles, LOL!!! So a 12 minute mile was much more acceptable to me!! So I guess I got frustrated for nothing really....at least it didnt make me mad enough to quit the run.
I ran one of my tried and true 3 mile routes, and then continued on for some more since I was feeling good at that point. It's crazy to me that the first 2-3 miles of all my runs really STINK until I find a groove. I know that if I can move my tail for at least 2 miles, it usually gets better. I guess I just have a really long *warmup* period! :)
By the time I made it home, I felt much better. Kids were in bed, and I was actually able to speak to Hubby without snapping at him. Ahhhh, what a difference a good run makes.
Total mileage: 4.62 miles
Pace: pokey style...no one really knows :P