Sometimes when you are training for a marathon and there is a lot on your plate and you are sick and feel like shit.... at about mile 9 of a tempo run that is lasting until mile 10 with a total of 21 for the total mileage... Sometimes you just have to say...." I AM DONE.!" Sixteen miles with 9 at tempo was good enough today. I felt like CRAP, but I stuck it out long enough until the lower back let me know it was useless. Kevin came to my rescue.
I haven't had a good hard long run for a few weeks now. Maybe I am old. Maybe I am tired. NO, I am stressed. There is too much. So, something has got to give. So sad it is the one thing that lights my spark and gives me satisfaction. My real job is too much for me a lot of the time, but I can do it. I can finish strong. It doesn't feel all that fair though.
The kids are worth it. They make it worth it.
I did what I did today. Sick and all and on pace until I wasn't....
Boston I love you. Forgive me if I don't give you my all. This is all I can do.
Feeling humbled.
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