I actually just wrote an entire post and it got lost, which is sad. Although, I suppose it really doesn’t matter considering the fact that the last post I wrote had one view. Meaning one person read it. Just one. 😢 Which is also the number of people I’ve spoken to with my voice today, cats not included. I’m not sure which is more pathetic.
At any rate, today’s run was once again on the treadmill, as Glasgow is quite damp and rainy at the moment, and there are few things in life I like less than getting my feet wet. It was a run where it was a battle of wills; mine against the treadmill. While I wasn’t overly tired or hungry or thirsty, it just felt like an overwhelming task for some reason. I continued on, but I did want to just stop at mile 3 and go home.
I was glad when there was only a half mile left and I pushed it as hard as I could, just so it would be over.
The remainder of the week looks rainy, which is a bummer. I was hoping it would be ok on Saturday for the race. Hopefully the rain will hold off until after.
I know these posts aren’t exactly exciting, but it does show the realities of training for a race and how it feels to do so. Some runs are fun, and some you are just in your head hoping you have the mental fortitude to make it through. If there was a way to make that a bit more lively, I’d certainly be doing it!