I don't even know where to begin. We all have bad running days, right? It's days like today that I wonder what business I have signing up for a half marathon. I started out motivated enough. It wasn't a lack of motivation. I started running at the running point just fine. By the half mile point, I was tired. I was literally wishing for a second wind, when the first hadn't even kicked in yet. I noticed everything. I couldn't focus. I even noticed that the trail was warmer near the trees. Seriously. I did two laps before the halfway point, but it was a fight the whole way. I did a third lap, and decided to head out to the cul-de-sacs. I ran them all, stopping for an additional 1 minute walk when I had 10 minutes left (5.1 is 2, 22 minute runs with a 1 minute walk break in between, and a warm up and cool down. 55 minutes total. Should be easy.). I felt like I had been running for an eternity. I hated every single moment of it. Every one. It was hard and frustrating. Where was my power? Where was my wind?
Toward the end I passed a jogger moving slower than I was, tears pouring down her face, sorrow emanating from her. Perhaps my first and second wind were given to her. I surely hope so. I didn't need today as much as she did.
I will try again another day. Today I will be glad for my 3.2 miles. Another day the wind will fill my sails.
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