As you have noticed, I am missing a blog post this week. And, if you have been keeping up with this at all, you know I didn’t run my scheduled 10 miles on Saturday. It’s been a weird week for me and the rain hasn’t been helping at all. Plus, the Sept 11th Memorial crap is driving me up a wall and bringing me down mentally and, well, I just haven’t been feeling it. Thursday morning’s spin was the first decent class I had all week, but it still took me 10 minutes into it to get out of my head. Same goes for today’s Body Pump which ended up being a lot fun. I just haven’t been my usual perky, funny self. I’m my meatball sub on the couch watching E! self. With a martini this time. At 9 am.
Tomorrow we’ll be on the Eastern Shore and the plan is to run on those country roads I hate so much. The route we mapped out (not leaving that one to Matt again) isn’t the 10 miles I need, but it is a bit over 8 miles and that should be ok. I know I have to run, because Elizabeth pointed it out to me more than once today so I guess I need to buck up, lace my shoes and get the hell out the door. It really is crunch time at this point and I can’t come up with anymore excuses to not run. It won’t help me in the end.
The sad thing is I haven’t been feeling bad about it and feel like I should. But in the locker room yesterday, when asked about my training I sheepishly shrugged my shoulders and said, “I was bad.” To which one of the other regulars said, “You weren’t bad, you were human.” Here’s to being human.