Today was scheduled for a seven miler, with four of those miles being at 9:00 pace. I may have gotten the four in at target pace (Chris was slightly ahead and had the Garmin). I don't know and I don't care. It doesn't really matter if you feel like complete shit (there I go again). I DO know that I had to walk the last mile home, because I was completely spent.
There were many sabotaging factors:
- I was sweating Pinot from last night's book group
- I stayed up too late watching trash TV when I got home from book group
- In an attempt to please my children, I prepared and ate a completely shitty dinner.