You would have thunk it were the end of the world. I was not in a happy mood when I finished my wog today. The schedule called for 15 miles and I knew that was unrealistic. I figured ten might be more suitable for my training plan at the moment. I got to ease back into things, be smart ya know. Uh huh.
Yeah right. I finished the ten miles, but they totally sucked. It was 95 degrees with about a million degrees humidity. It was more than apparent I haven’t conditioned my body for the heat yet. I walked most of the last three miserable miles. I suck. I shoulda stuck with my original 7.5 miles plan my brain started with. I keep telling myself that my body will remember the runner that was running ten-minute miles before her injury. It will remember, right? And my hair is really frizzy. Why can’t my body remember it’s imaginary supermodel hair?