1/12/14. Sunday. i really tried to skip my long run this weekend. really. i used every excuse i could. I'm trying not to come down with a cold. I have a bad feeling in nose/throat. general aches. really shitty weather. windy. rainy. flood advisories. i said I wasn't going to do my long run this weekend and that it would be OK in the grand scheme of things.
I skipped it Saturday. then sat night i had anxiety dreams. dreams that i was getting ready for a race and I wasn't ready. i couldn't figure out the schedule. what time the gun would go off, how early I needed to be there to check in, when I needed to leave the house, when I needed to get up. i had a fitful night of anxious sleep, worried about racing. Then I didn't run sunday morning either. went bowling with the boys, averaged over 150 per game. but all day, i had that voice in the back of my head saying "come on fucker. just do it. lazy SOB. quitter. fucking weak. just do it. do it. go do it. now..." I felt like Jack Nicholson in The Shining. I might have a fitness related mental illness.
So I did it. I ran my 5 miles, and did it in under 43 minutes. faster than intended. i feel good now. i can sleep tonight.
1/12/14. bowling. running. coffee. granola/milk. bacon and cheese omelet. peanut butter toast. grilled cheese. orange. NOxplode. .mongolian grill. those little danish butter cookies in the big tin.
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