Last night we were out later than appropriate for Grandma Rachel. Boyfriend played water pong (beer pong but the cups are filled with water) while I sat and stalked people on Instagram...
This morning I fueled my run with delicious brunch that we ate in the really hot sunshine. I might have drank too much coffee.
Why? I was HOT. I was miserable. I wasn't enjoying the run the way I should have been. I needed to be out in the fresh air. So I stopped and was planning on running 3 more miles outside. Well, I got .3 miles before I had to stop and keel over because I was in so much pain. I had the worst cramps I've ever had. Of course, being me, I kept going. I had to stop THREE times in one mile and had my slowest mile to date. So, I stopped. I listened to my body, and that's all that matters.
Boyfriend's grandma's dogs kept us safe from the birds that have been flying down the chimney.
I was more than ready for the long run by the time we got home. I chose the treadmill because I am really bad at holding myself accountable outside. I also wanted to watch Extreme Makeover Weight Loss Edition on my dad's iPad. I opened every door and window in the treadmill room and hopped on. The first half hour flew by because I was so engrossed in the show. By 35 minutes I knew I wasn't going to make it 10 miles. By 36 minutes I had decreased the speed and the incline. And by 49 minutes or 6.1 miles I got off.
I was really upset with myself for awhile, but then I realized that I've been running 26 mile weeks for the last four weeks and I'm not even training for anything. My body was physically rejecting running and I listened to it. And to anybody else, 7 miles IS a long run. I need to remember that. Seven miles isn't short. It isn't long to me, but it wasn't like I only ran a half a mile and gave up. Sometimes we are way too hard on ourselves. We need to relax and give thanks that our bodies get us through so much. Mine takes a beating on a daily basis and it still treats me so well and hasn't even gotten injured. So I can be upset about how badly my run went or I can be glad that I even CAN run. I choose the latter. And after my run, dinner was ready!
Also, my step sister/best friend in the entire world moved home today! After the run we walked down the street (she and her husband are moving into a house about .10 mile away from my dad's house) and helped unload the moving van. One of the perks of being 8 months pregnant is that she got to sit and direct the rest of us where to put stuff.