You know, if you eat all sorts of crap, your workouts turn to complete crap.
That happened last week on Thursday. It sucked. Big time.
After a day of eating all sorts of candy, empty carbs, etc. I decided it was time to get out and run... So I geared up and headed out the door. The first mile wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good. Then I started pushing the pace a bit (as that is what my training plan calls for...) and ran to a nearby park. Considered stopping at the conviently located port-a-pottie, but decided against it, and kept running.
In hindsite, that was a bad choice.
After about 2.5 miles... I coudn't run any more. As in, my body was telling me that I needed to get myself to a bathroom, and to be quick about it. So I had to walk carefully home the rest of the way.
Eric asked how the run went...
My reply?
"Crappy, literally."
Good times.
~a
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