Today’s run (street): 3.5 miles
Today was a tough one. I don’t know why I had so much trouble getting through the run but it was a heavy-footed plod from start to finish. There is nothing I can point to that would explain my struggle. I got a good night’s sleep, have no symptoms of a cold and the weather was cool and dry. Yet no matter what my mind was telling my body, my body answered, “Don’t expect much.”
Yesterday’s route seemed short and I was surprised at the end to see the distance I’d covered. Today was opposite of that. My route was circuitous and I expected to consume most of my miles within the northern part of the neighborhood. I had a time target, but I wasn’t as pressured as much as I was yesterday. I thought I was racking up the distance until I reached my turnaround point and saw that I was well short of my expected mileage. When I approached my home street, I realized that I needed to run another half mile to make my goal.
Although I ran at a sustainable pace, I felt like I was carrying an extra 30 pounds throughout the run. This wasn’t the first run I’ve had like this, and I know that tomorrow’s may be far better. I hope that’s the case. One bad run is a statistical probability. Two bad runs in a row is a trend.