It's All Mental

When my alarm went off this morning at 7:05am I was not feeling very energetic.  I was still half asleep as I threw on some clothes and got my gear ready to go.  This pretty much sums up how I felt about leaving my warm bed and heading outside:

No bueno.

Yesterday I got a sweet new pair of fancy wool socks that all the real runners swear by.  I don't really know why they're so amazing and coveted.  All I know is that they cost $17 which is ridiculously outrageous and that I wore them today and my feet have never felt more dry and sweat free after a run.  

Darn Tough Expensive socks

Today we ran 6 miles and as usual, about 4.5 of the 6 miles consisted of my brain telling me that this is stupid and to stop running.  I got really tired at some points and there were a bunch of hills/inclines that really threw off my mental game.  One mile I'm loving life and the next I'm kind of hating it.  And then I tell myself I can do it and then I ask myself can I really?  Sometimes this makes me wonder if I am just secretly schizophrenic or bipolar when I run.  

Six schizophrenic miles for the books

Now I'm riding my runner's high and am ready to tackle the day.  Starting with the biggest bowl of cereal ever and a cold glass of chocolate milk

The frozen corn is for my knee. I don't eat corn for breakfast.