I do. I really hate you Tuesday. It's 95 degrees. It's humid. It's miserable. I hate it. Bane of my existence, hate it. Really? Bane of my existence? Did I just write that? OK, so I'm being a tinsy bit overdramatic. But I totally felt that way last night. Bane.Of.My.Existence.
On to the run...I said previously that I needed to start pushing myself a little more. Remember that? Yeah, I do. Why did I push myself on a Tuesday? The day that I hate so much? Because I'm stupid, that's why. I ran 1.5 miles before I stopped for my 1 minute walk. I actually felt great. Really proud of myself. Then it was time to run again. Ohhhhh the exhaustion! I couldn't make myself go. I yelled. I screamed. I pleaded. But nothing made me want to run. At that point I started running 3/1 intervals. It was all I could do to keep moving. And I had to keep moving. I had to get back somehow. And the really crappy thing is that when I was done, I wasn't ready to die. I didn't need to walk as much as I did. Makes me so mad!!!
Only 1.5 miles left. You can do it.
Only 1 mile left. You can do it.
Only 0.5 miles left. You can do it.
Just do it!!!