Misery

Misery

This was my worst run in months. It was just miserable. The plan was to run an easy twelve miles. I had enough after seven. The trail at Zorinsky was miserable and the roads in the surrounding neighborhood were only a little better. I was a little sore from the twenty-two miles yesterday. On days like this I wish I was in a sport slightly less physical than running--like the UFC or the WWE or something.

I ran with Maureen. If it weren't for her I would have stopped after about seven steps instead of seven miles. Accountability is a good thing.