Tuesday was a rough day. Not sure why, but I just wasn't in the mood for this world in the slightest. Might have been because the Raiders lost to the Bills on that Sunday, but I just think it was more of a random funk. Regardless, I didn't want to run when I got home. My shin was sore, and my mind was racing about shin splints, stress fractures, and bone spurs. (I actually do have a bone spur, but it is on my knee, not my shin . . . so go figure.) Anyway, after thinking about skipping my run I manned up and decided that it was time to feed the warrior and kill the coward within! Thanks, Kevin and manager Armstrong for showing me the way!
I don't know about anyone else, but I tend to push my pace more when I don't want to be running. Every time that I attempt to just grind out a nice slow run on a day when I am not feeling it. That run turns into a total shit-show, so my way of dealing with it is just to push and throw whatever I can into the run. On this day, it wasn't all that much because the fatigue is really starting to build up.
I did a three miler on the Greenway at dusk and was just able to get in the run before they locked up the gate. I had been worried that I wouldn't get in the run, but I was able to finish without any problem. My splits were pretty tight and the run felt good afterward. During the run . . . um . . . not so much.
3 miles 28:29 9:28pace