The Week I Hated Running.

Monday- 4 mile run- GPS quit after 3/4's of a mile. Tripped on a curb.
Wednesday - 4 mile run - GPS quit after 2.25 miles. Saw three snakes. Severe abdominal cramping.

Somedays are just looong. I worked day shift on Saturday, which meant my long run for the week - 8 miles - needed to happen mid-afternoon. I planned to be all springy and ready for action after my shift. Ha.
More like tired enough to kill a baby turtle, nauseous AND well on the way to loosing my voice. (I swear I didn't yell at any of my co-workers.)
On my way home I made the decision to post-pone my run until tomorrow and take a nap instead. I deserve a nap. It's been a sucky day and I just wanna be done with it. Haha.
I'm the most indecisive person on the face of the earth because I hadn't been home 3 minutes before I changed my shoes and went looking for my earbuds.

 

 

It was definitely a beautiful day for a run, but the weather was weird. It was 74 degrees and we had a very high chance for severe storms/tornadoes. It was extremely humid, which is not at all typical weather for October in Kansas.

For my city-dwelling friends, this is an underwater crossing. It functions as a road 2 months out of the year and is impassible during the rest of the year due to rain or snow.  

This is afore-mentioned under-water crossing after I ran through it.  

These are my shoes, which stayed muddy and collected rocks like a magnet for the next 6 miles. 

 

 

 

This is my poor-runner's attempt of keeping my phone dry. With the rain on the horizon, I didn't want to ruin my phone so I brought a zip-lock baggy to put it in should the rain catch me. I'm pretty sure if I bedazzled and personalized these, I would have lines on every street corner trying to buy one. Or maybe just waiting to take a picture of me running in the rain with an ziplock baggy shedding sparkles on my route.

 Told ya it was humid- I've got a halo!!

It was not the best run ever. I was tired, ran slow and my GPS flaked out 3 times until I finally just shut it off. I have no idea what pace I was keeping (or not keeping), exact mileage or my splits.

I've only been running for about 10 months, and it's hard. I'm not a natural born runner. It takes every ounce and inch of my strength and courage to even try, let alone do. It's been an uphill climb to get to where I am today- running distances I never thought I would even walk- and I'm not done yet. There's more where this came from, let me tell you!
I didn't love running this week. It's always tough, but this week had an ungodly amount of blood, sweat and tears. I wasn't out there running because it was an amazing high, because I finished each run on a low. I finished, but it wasn't happy.
I was out there running because I'm committed to me. I'm committed to my family. I'm committed to pushing myself to be the very best that I can be. I'm committed to embracing the tough things in life.

Why did you run this week?