defeated, discouraged, everything negative with a slight bit of hope….somewhere.
it has come to my attention that i cannot run. at this moment in time, i am physically incapable.
around mile 0.4 im like hey, this is going well.
mile 1 – swimmingly. i could do this forever.
mile 1.5 – what’s that left hamstring, i didn’t quite catch that…
mile 2.5 – holy hell, i got it that time, but it was only one time right?
mile 3 – PLEASE DONT KILL ME! ILL STOP I PROMISE! RIGHT NOW!
This is not how i envisioned my training for the Princess Half going. I envisioned it with me getting out there, kicking ass. taking names and yknow… handling business. Now I am concerned as to whether or not I will even be able to take place in the race and while I remain hopeful, I am not taking any prisoners (somehow that phrase applies here…). So today, I am going to get my first deep tissue massage. I am a little terrified. Not gonna lie. i will report back soon