I'm in crisis mode today. I just sent a note to my coach asking why I shouldn't be eating sugar? I know why, but I'm hoping if she yells at me or something it will sink in...
How can I go from wanting to run an ultra one day to wanting to quit running 10 hours later? Literally? What's up with that? I can't blame it on the treadmill cause I chose to run on it today.. Not its fault. I could have gone outside, but there was a small problem with my stomach thinking it didn't really want to keep anything in residence for long so I thought perhaps staying close to home was best.
Oh, and do you all know how long it takes to turn gatorade into slush at 10 degrees? How long it takes until MOVING water freezes enough so it will no longer come out of a squeeze bottle? How much fun it is to run with said water and gatorade bottles as pretty frozen decorations while it is 10 degrees rather than having anything to drink for over an hour? (that was my Saturday run - the one I was dreading... all in all it turned out to be pretty successful)
For some reason, today the weight of the world is sitting squarely on my shoulders, chest, head... I don't really know why.... Tomorrow will be better.