I am pretty well known for mentally throwing in the towel in any kind of race long before my body is actually spent. Proof here where i decided to stop and cry for a while during a race. You know, just because.
My new thing for thursdays is to do everything wrong leading up to my run. (this is something i excel at.) I have a fairly intense run on Wednesday night (although this week i had to skip my group run to take care of the puppy, and ended up lone-wolfing/slacking at the gym.) SO, here is the set up to my grueling thursday run:
1. Somewhat strenuous run Wed night, leaving less than 12 hours for recovery
2. I had a very small inadequate dinner (i have nightmares if i eat to close to bedtime. i'm a freak.)
3. Only 6 hours of sleep. (i can't help this one. I have 3am puppy duty.)
4. No breakfast
5. And here's the kicker - no coffee.
Basically, this is the worst set-up for a run possible. During this run, my motivation is at a big fat "0" and i usually spend the first couple miles trying think up a justifiable excuse to quit and go home.
|i just remembered i left a fork on the counter. I better take care of it....|
|Shot bloks? What the hell is that? I have a cigarette every 6-7 miles and that is it. Also, i love your slacks.|
Also did you hear the news? More winter. awesome.
|Has there ever been a year when he hasn't seen his shadow? How old is this stupid groundhog?? SHOULDN'T YOU BE BLIND BY NOW???|