Day Four of Half Marathon Training
Today I wanted to throw up in the yard of some people I don't care for. I felt I could hold it til then. I almost stopped to do so, but then I realized that I hadn't eaten anything in about twelve hours, and I was afraid of dry heaving. And so I continued with Mile 3.
I haven't seen morning darkness since the previous Daylight Savings Time, so it was quite a rude awakening to get up at 5:30 a.m. and see that it was still dark. And that it's still summer. What's up with that?
My calves hurt so much that I'm kind of afraid my skin's going to explode, and my guts are going to fall out.
And I realized when I got to work today that I was supposed to do strengthening exercises today, too. Missed out on that opportunity, I guess.
This Starbucks mocha is absolutely delicious, though, and kind of makes me forget about the pain in my calves, the way I couldn't get enough air last night when I ran two miles (in 26 mins -- moving on up!!!), when I collapsed on the weight room floor after running two miles, when I could barely hold my eyes open at 8:30 last night, when I had to set my alarm for 5:30 instead of 6:45, the nervous anticipation that fills my mind when I think about Saturday's four mile run, and the desire to throw up in those mean people's yard.
ALMOST makes me forget.
But tomorrow is a rest day, so I don't have to do any running whatsoever until Saturday's run, because Friday is tennis day. Or raquetball day. Or elliptical machine day. Or whatever-the-heck-you-want-it-to-be-except-running day.
Although, I must admit, it's nice to have the running out of the way. It makes me just a little bit giddy. But maybe that's the caffeine and chocolate.
I think I kinda like running.