My friends gave me the “sympathy clap” today. And if you have ever been last in a race or in a workout in which people are yelling “good job”, while clapping, you know what I mean.
Here is todays’ story:
Every day since Tuesday (which was “best day ever”), I have been becoming more and more tired with the training workload. The week started off with a lot of excitement and eagerness. While the excitement and desire is still there today, my fatigue and irritability has started to try to push through.
I had the “bomb run” on my schedule today. The “bomb run” is a 7-10 mile loop that a collection of “Gazelles” do every Friday at 6am (YES, 6AM!!! and, yes, it is STILL DARK). It starts off mellow and gets faster and faster as the miles tick away. Usually I love this run because the people are really fast and SO NICE. And while I like to complain about the 6am start time (LOL), it is really nice to have my run over by 7:30am . Gilbert was our fearless leader today.
Like I said, we started off fairly mellow, however, I could tell within the first mile, that I possibly could be left….for dead. As soon as I thought the word “mellow”, the pace quickened to 6:30- 6:45 pace (a bit downhill). All of the sudden, as Chatty Patty was explaining the route to…