Relapse

You know when a drug addict in rehab relapses?  Yeah, I knew you knew what that's like.  I feel like I'm in couch potato relapse.  Running is getting harder, not easier.  Mentally and physically.  I've dreaded my runs everyday this week.  I probably should have done cross training today, but I wanted to up my mileage this week.  And, I didn't feel like cross training.  Normally, I would rather run any day than do my Jillian Michaels DVD.  It's becoming more of a toss up. 

I ran for 50 minutes today, so about 5 miles, and then walked up the Gargantuous hill to my house.  I had to do a thing or two after work and when I was finished I was already in the direction of home so I didn't run the trail today.  And of course, there were Hillllls.  But today, I ran the long, slow incline kind of hills.  And my legs BuRneD.  I was just going to do 4 miles, but then I got to the 4-mile turnaround, and my Pandora started working again (bad service round here).  And I didn't want to turn around then because I wanted to listen to my inspiring and uplifting music.  So I kept on chugging.  When I finally did turn around (after fending off another hateful dog), I knew I was in trouble.  I looked up and realized I had been running Down one of those long, slow incline hills.  Which meant now.... *Ding*Ding*Ding*, I had to run up it.  And ooohhhhhh how it hurt.  I wanted to walk at 3 miles.  And at 3.5 miles I was going to walk or cry.  BUT, what's that I see?  Downhill ahead!  Whew.  I made it. 

And as for the obnoxious honkers and redneck catcalls.... I've just decided to play along.  I've started waving back.  Cheap thrill for some folks I suppose.  Perhaps Saturday on my long run I can count and identify the roadkill.  Eww, that's gross.  Sorry.

After I survived the run, I kicked back and gave thanks that I was done for another day.