This is going to be an entry where I bitch about running. So deal with it.
I hate running. Why did I think signing up for a half was a good idea?
Let me take that back. I don't exactly hate running, but I hate running any distance over five miles. Five miles is just a good amount of running, where I feel like I'm getting a solid workout in. It alone gets me to my 10,000 steps a day goal, it's enough time to listen to a ton of music and work up a very decent sweat.
Anything over that I get bored. My mind starts working overtime, and it starts working against me.
"You can't do this. Stop and walk."
"Your legs hurt. Stop and walk."
"You deserve a break. Stop and walk."
I start making deals with myself.
"If you run to that stop sign, you can watch tv for a solid hour tonight and not move off the couch."
"If you run past that tree, you can go to Casey's and get a fountain soda when you get done."
I might be drinking extra hater-ade because I've been sick lately, so running physically hurts. On Friday, I had a long run and my nose was leaking like a faucet and I kept having coughing fits. I was choking on my own mucus and my sleeves were soaked with snot. (Anyone want to make out?)
Maybe this week will be better. I'm not at 100% yet, but maybe I will be later this week.
This week's long run, 10 miles, will be the furthest I have ever run.
This sucks. I just need to figure out a way to actually enjoy this.
Also, after this half, I will never run more than five miles at a time again. Maybe six.