Today’s Run Was Not a Good One

One: I didn’t want to do it.

Really didn’t. Not just that but I also didn’t want to cross train at all either. Not the weight training that I’ve been failing to do for the past few days. Not the evenings kickboxing class. The problem with that is, I felt the same way yesterday, and so yesterday I did nothing. I couldn’t do that for two days in a row.

Two: I couldn’t finish my run.

I’m trying to train for a 10k in October. Long way off right? Hardly. I can run 5k well enough I suppose but I can’t seem to go any further. I printed out a customized plan from RunnersWorld.com but it had me running 10k in the first week. Slowly, but still 10k. I cannot do that just yet! So I made my own, smaller goals. Today I was going to run 6k. I probably only ran 3k.

Three: I did not have an accurate record.

With a GPS running tracker on my Blackberry, it makes having distance goals so much easier. Except when I use it wrong. I always seem to forget that the GPS is on the back of the phone. I always put my phone in my SPI belt with the back facing me, which resulted in a record of me running 25k in 22 minutes. If only I could.

Four: My headphones were acting up.

Maybe I went a bit overboard with the anger towards my headphones. The right ear was fine. The left, not so much. As I was walking, I tried moving it in such ways that it might start working again but I only got clips of audio then nothing. I was getting so frustrated that I snapped it off completely (of course it was when George Michael is telling me that I gotta have faith). To add on to that, my MP3 player is already sensitive from the time I dropped it and a piece came off the battery flap. So if it’s moved in a certain way, the thing shuts off. When I snapped my ear piece it shut off. When I went to turn it back on to see if the other piece would still work, it didn’t turn on again. I checked at home, it was just the battery, but at the time I wasn’t sure. (Once when I was about 12 years old, I got so mad that I snapped the blade of a steak knife. It was kind of a flimsy steak knife, and it took me a lot of effort, and I don’t know why I had brought a steak knife to my room in the first place – was NOT suicidal – but sometimes my anger leads to broken things. I don’t do it a lot.)

So there I was: feeling lazy but still disappointed at only a half run with being angry at myself for putting my phone in the SPI belt the wrong way and a broken MP3 player and broken earphones, which were at my own hands. I had to walk home in this anger thinking, why the hell am I so angry??

I wouldn’t recommend it.