Morning Horror Story - Vagrant Manifestations!
On Saturday I really wasn't in the mood for running and had a great inner tug-o-war whether or not I should go. Needless to say, I went and knew that it was my uncertain and 50% (or half-ass) attitude was to blame. I had one or two drinks on Friday night (like we normally do) but am always mindful of far I go because I know that there's no worse feeling than running the next day in the hot sun with a hang-over. Been there, done that! I guess I had been so enthused over the last few weeks that I've been really hitting the pavement and getting her done. Am I burnt out? I don't think so, but since that intense run I did on Thursday night, my body was still sore and recovering. Although it was later than I usually go on weekends, I did it anyway. I can't stand running in the height of morning traffic and ignoring all the stares from people wishing they were either still in their beds or out with me in the fresh air. Sometimes I even get self-critical and think, ...