OK, so after my glorious post yesterday and being happy and excited (insert unicorns and sparkles) about my training, I went for a run....and it all came crashing down...
I waited for Wade to get home from work so we could go together, we started out laughing and talking...getting into the groove and then honestly, I don't know what happened.
My IT band started hurting me, I felt naked without my Garmin, I felt fat and turtle like, my stomach was gurgling (please don't poop my pants was racing through my mind for approximately 2.76 miles) and I literally felt like a dark cloud was hovering over my head. I walked 3 times and the last mile was painful.
When we hit our 6.25 miles we started walking. Tears formed in my eyes. I don't know what my deal was...I'm not a crier, I don't get discouraged easily and I certainly don't act all crazy for nothing when life hands me lemons. I prefer lemonade. With vodka.
Wade actually said to me "you can't be all negative babe, it's not you"...which I quickly snapped back "yes I can, I never act like this so give me 5 minutes to be pissed off".
What he said next stuck with me...
"You have years to get fast, lots of races ahead of you and you will be injury-free in no time, stop freaking it, it's OK".
I'm usually the pep-talker in our relationship. This was odd. He reminded me of the time he was in so much pain he had to turn around mid-run. He healed and got over it. And I must remember, I'm not an "athlete", this isn't my job, I don't NEED to run. It's just hard knowing you have races on the horizon that you are excited for...and need to be running for.
I had my 5 minutes and got over it. Sack up.