Bad run becomes reflective walk

I'm supposed to be running.

I'm actually walking.

At a God-awefully slow pace.

My legs were tired after one mile.

My back ached at mile two.

My thighs were chafed after three.

I threw in the damn towel before I made it to four.

I was supposed to do five. :(

I complained via Twitter about a quarter mile ago (follow me there if you don't already). What the hell is my problem?

I think I've got it figured out.

I ate terrible food from Friday to last night's dinner. My body has 0 fuel right now. Seriously bad. Like Strawberry Coolatta, wine, filet mignon, loaded baked potato, bacon, home fries, chocolate chip pancakes. I could go on all day...

While I'm sort of pissed at myself, I'm choosing to chalk this up as a learning experience.

Moral of the story:
You get out exactly what you out in! :)


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