Bad day

I'm sure that anyone who reads this knows exactly what I mean by having a bad day running. Today was one of those days for me, actually one of the worst I've had in a long time. It was one of those days when literally every step is a struggle. It was cold, real cold (18 degrees cold), it was windy, real windy, I dressed all wrong, so my torso was too hot, but my hands, ears, face, and toes were freezing. The road I live on is very hilly, and I had a real heavy breakfast sitting like a brick in my stomach. I was planning on doing a long run, but I got four miles from my house and decided to pull the plug (it was that bad). It's a damn good thing I did, because I barely made it back, it doesn't help that I live on top of a mountain, so every run ends with a mile-long climb, which I basically crawled up today.

I don't take it as a total loss though, I got out there and ran on a day when I really didn't want to, and I got eight miles in (albeit slow and painful miles).

Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug, and today I got smushed. Oh well.