Can't adequately describe this mornings run. I've heard many people talk about how every so often when you're running, you'll just find yourself in a bad place mentally -- where you have this The Never Ending Story moment where The Nothing is there to suck you in. I've never experienced it for myself until this morning; I've have bad moments before where I didn't think I could keep going, but this was different. I knew that I was tired when I got up this morning, the bad flights, the excitement of the Raider game, the wonderful but exhausting walks through the hills of San Fransisco, the insomnia upon my return, and the crushing CrossFit workout from Friday morning had really caught up to me. I was feeling it yesterday -- just this irrational irritability that I couldn't get past. By the time the evening came around I found myself just staying awake for no good reason. I was planning on getting up early and going to Umstead for my Saturday run, but I didn't feel any of my usual excitement.
Feel free to leave a comment and let me know if you have ever met up with The Nothing while on a run. I would love to hear how other people have dealt with it.