Today I lost my first physical and mental battle and quit my run before it was over.
As much as I complain about how tough some of my runs are, I've always completed them and never quit. I had 7 miles on my agenda today and struggled through 3 before I literally just gave up. My legs felt like bricks and my mind was not in the run. For some reason I just couldn't push through it today.
Let me tell you that it is the worst feeling ever to go out anticipating to crank out 7 miles and to come home completely defeated after just 3. I was mad and sad and disappointed and annoyed and called my sister (who is currently training for a marathon) for a pick-me-up. She gave me a good pep talk and helped me realize that these runs happen -- I felt much better knowing that she's been through this too.
It can't be smiles and miles all the time and today was a big reality check. There was zero photo documentation today (shocking, I know) because I kind of just want to black out today's run forever. Watch out mind and legs, I'm winning the battle tomorrow.