This has been a rough week.
Some people stress-eat; I stop eating when stressed. This week I lost 4 pounds. I had to buy a belt.
I went from running 50 miles per week to almost nothing. I just didn't feel like it. I didn't feel like much of anything, really. I kept hearing "Saturday's weather is going to be great, so make the most of it, because the storms start Sunday." This morning, the weather forecasters were all saying how great it was, so I headed out, planning to do my long run. The wind was 40 mph. It sucked. It blew. By 6 miles, I had to convince myself to keep going, as I'd started wheezing again - and this is the time of year that that isn't supposed to happen. Then my heels hurt. And my knee. And my back. By 9 miles, I was limping on both legs and crying a bit (unrelated to running), so I quit.
It was that kind of week. The kind where nothing is right.
I'll try to get in my long run tomorrow. After all, Crapfest isn't over yet.
JFK 50 mile 2014 race report
4 days ago