Piece of cake? It was surprisingly hard to pull myself out of bed today to do this short run (to keep my legs loose for the half-marathon tomorrow)â€¦ I attribute the difficulty to:
1. three glasses of wine with the visiting Gilstraps at Otto, then a DELISH Casa Mono dinner last night
2. the fact that short runs arenâ€™t challenging. Yeah, thereâ€™s something about tackling a 17-, 18-, 20-miler that gets you pumped up, so when your alarm goes off, you think, â€œBOOYAH, letâ€™s go attack this sucker and get it over with and feel like a stud!â€
Three miles? Lame. It was kind of nice, though, once I got to it. I ran without an iPod, so I had time to think about various crap that is flooding my brain currentlyâ€¦ and I also had inspiration from running by a group of soldiers hoofing it through the park as well. Loved the enthusiasm they put into their chants. Iâ€™m stealing this one for next time I want to drop out/kill myself during a race:
I got pain
In my legs
I like it there
I love it there
I PUT it there
I want it there
I LOVE IT THERE!
ha ha HA!
ha ha HA!
I am totally going to keep this in mind for my race!!