Discouraged

Well, I've been remiss both in blogging about running and in running itself. When I attempted 8 miles last week on perhaps the most humid warm day I have ever experienced, it did not go well. Within about 1 mile I was pretty sure there was no way I could even come close to finishing. I ended up truncating the route to 6 miles, of which I walked about half. It was just about the least fun run I've ever had, and the first time I have ever tanked so spectacularly on a long run.

I was discouraged after that and not feeling great physically, so I just didn't run for awhile. Also, the weather stayed warm and humid, and it didn't seem all that appealing to go out for more punishment under the exact same circumstances. So this morning was the first time I've run since last Thursday. I went 2.5 miles and purposely didn't wear my watch so that I wouldn't be tempted to push myself at all -- slow and steady was my goal. It felt OK, although not exactly easy.

Technically tomorrow should be an 8-miler, but I'm instead going to do another short run tomorrow and then 8 on Saturday. I just think that diving straight into a long run after a very sedentary week would be setting myself up for another terrible time. Doing another short run first will help me rebuild my confidence a little, which is much needed right now.