Sometimes Terrible Runs Happen

Jeez, this morning was all kinds of trouble leading up to a pretty disappointing 1 mile run - which was about a third of what I was trying to do.

I woke up at 5:30 - fifteen minutes earlier than usual because I find that 5:45 roll-out-of-bed-and-run doesn't allow me enough time to warm up/loosen my legs and I end up with leg cramps at two miles. Instead of taking advantage of the extra time I rolled around in bed trying to get together enough momentum to overcome the inertia of sleep, not actually getting up until the first Snooze on my alarm. Then my morning shit took its time to hit me. I try to never do a morning running without taking the morning shit because running tends to wake up my bowels and Brooklyn doesn't seem like a place to wind up like this woman.

Long story short I didn't end up leaving my apartment until 6:30, and because I'm a genius I didn't take any of that extra time to stretch so as I was walking down my stairs I could just feel it in my legs that this is going to be a bad run. My calves felt incredibly tight and since I was so late I just did a few leg kicks and high-knees before I started. My legs immediately felt bad and did not loosen up at all during the first mile, and this fractured my concentration to the point where I couldn't just power through it. I ended up turning around at .8 miles, and only made it 1.3 before I had to walk back.

Hopefully this was just a result of humidity and an 8-day lay-off.

Shitty runs happen, but the important thing is how you react to them. Tomorrow I am to be up again, bright and early (well, early at least, before it gets bright), ready to try my three mile pre-work loop again. Hopefully more hydrated, hopefully looser, hopefully even more determined to not let that A.M. inertia get the best of me.

Run easy.