Ouuuuuccccchhhhhhh

Damn that run hurt.

I knew it would. We are in the mountains this weekend so my only option is a hilly route. Dread of it helped me procrastinate all day yesterday.

Finally, I couldn't put it off any longer. Well, I could, but then I would likely go two weeks between runs. There's just no excuse for that.

Yes friends, my training plan for the 14k thus far has been to run 4 miles once a week. Yep. My plan will be rivaling Furman any day now.

So anyway. The route I had to run today starts with a 0.75 mile gradual uphill climb. I usually walk up the steep hill at the very beginning and call it a warm up. Today, I was out of breathe after even that part. Not a promising start.

I passed a man and his son walking their bikes up the hill. About then, I started negotiating with myself. What if I ran 3 miles instead of 4? It is a tough route after all. After a few minutes of debate with myself, I finally settled on running the four mile route but if I absolutely had to, I could walk up the hill at mile 3.

That convinced part of me to make the turn towards the four mile route, looking forward to the walk. The other part of me was still hoping to convince all of me to run it.

Didn't happen. Honestly, I was pretending a light post was an aid station and if I could just run there, I could walk the rest of the way up the hill.

Usually the 0.75 downhill at the end convinces me that running doesn't totally suck. That didn't even work today.
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