First of all, I literally could not roll out of bed. Seriously, I thought it was physically impossible! I finally managed to convince myself that coffee would make everything better, so I stumbled across my apartment, tripping over Tals in the process, desperate to get to the coffee maker. Sure enough, I started to come alive when the sweet nectar of caffeine began flowing through my veins.
This wonderful feeling lasted long enough for me to take care of my morning chores and drive to the gym. I hopped on the treadmill, positive that my body would eventually come alive once I started moving and shaking. And you know what?
It sure didn’t happen.
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Y’all, running was damn near painful for me this morning! My body was just not feeling it! Every step felt awkward and my hips and ankles kept cracking with every move. I slowed myself to an incline walk, rationalizing that I could at least get some miles and movement in that way. Nope, still sucked. I finally cried uncle around 6:40 and shut the treadmill off. I headed into the exercise room and spent the last 20 minutes doing some deep stretching in the dark studio. On the bright side, my body really loved that, so maybe it was meant to be.
Am I frustrated? Not really, although I am still wicked exhausted! I’m heading to Road Runner Sports tonight for the last adventure run of the year, so I know I’ll get at least 4 miles in then. I had hoped to get 7 or 8 total miles for the day, but that clearly isn’t going to happen. C’est la vie. Sometimes your body just wants to rebel, you know?