One of Those Days

Geoff Roes summed up this feeling really well by saying "it's just one of those days." Well that happened for me today. I went out for a 33 mile run, only to get 11.5 miles in and realize that hell no would this be happening. So I hitched my way back into town with one of Northern Colorado's friendly pain management cultivators.

You ever start a run just feeling lethargic? Then you get a few miles in, all the while hoping to find some improvement, just to feel steadily worse as time goes by? That happened to me today. I knew that finishing all 33 miles would be fantastic training, but I was way more aware that finishing all 33 miles would be utterly terrible. So I gave up and hitched back into town. Perhaps my body isn't used to running 115 miles per week yet, or maybe it's because I'm starting to get sick, but my legs were not in the mood to be running. Actually, let's just say I caved because I have an Anthropology test tomorrow and don't want to be too tired to study. That's way more responsible.

And the best part? I finished this ordeal and came home to find that the water to my house doesn't work. Again. The fine builders constructing five houses in my backyard from dawn til dusk every day accidentally broke the pipe. Last time this lasted for a week. How long will this last? A month? Well fine! I don't care! I like not having water! Actually, it's okay - we're endurance athletes right? A little thing like no cooking, bathrooms, showers or drinking water can't hurt us. This is like getting to an aid station that forgot to bring water.

I am way too dazed from my traumatic run to be writing right now.