Do you have one of “those” days?

I had a horrible night of sleep last night. I accidentally hit the snooze button when my alarm went off at 4:47am (for some reason I feel better with 4:47 then 4:45). Fell back asleep, hard. Woke up at 5 and needed to leave in 15 minutes for my run. Did not want to run or even move. Just wanted to crawl back into bed… but I had a running buddy to meet! Almost forgot my garmin. Realized I probably should’ve taken the morning off because I have a long run (10 miles) tomorrow morning. Too late.

Start running, need to strip a layer because I’m too warm. Have to stop to go to the bathroom at the gas station. Get something stuck in my shoe, start prying it out only to realize it’s a broken beer bottle. Of course I had already cut myself at this point. Continue running with my finger bleeding only to realize my watch was still paused.

Finally get to the end of my run and just want to chug water and go home. Hit my head on the car trying to grab my water bottle. Seriously?! Get home to find my macbook went haywire and thinks it is the year 2000... Maybe it’s from all those old high school AIM chats I was reading last night, the computer wants to go back in time and make me not such a needy, boy crazy teenage girl. Ohhh if I could do it all again with the knowledge I have now… I’d seriously ROCK IT.

So it’s only 10am and it’s already one of “those” days. 

Low Low Mileage

Last week was the worst running week I’ve had in my short (8 months) running career. Instead of “worst”, I should say “lowest mileage by a bunch” running week because I definitely had some awful, horrible weeks when I was at the end of my weight loss and forcing myself to run 4 miles per day 7X a week… I didn’t like running at that point.

Last week I ran just shy of 4 miles… total! I ran more miles in my morning run Monday (6.7 miles) than I did in total last week. And I ran 3X last week… try not to laugh. Between the heat (I usually run after work at about 5:30pm) and moving my runs to the treadmill (we’re not really friends anymore) – it was a bad running week. I also got sick the day of my planned long run with a friend. Then the movie Twister replayed itself on our town Friday night (okay not quite, but seriously bad storm), so that cancelled my Saturday morning run. #Excuses. #Excuses.

But the good news is (unless my scale is broken) I did not suddenly gain 10lbs from a poor week of running. Even with some unhealthy eating (4^th of July picnic)… I couldn’t refuse those lemon bars! 

I also ate some of this awesome cake...

Oops, I ate this yummy cookie too!