First injury bleah
Distance: 7.668 miles
Time: 1:09:47 i.e. 69:47 mins
Feel: A little good, a little bleah.
Weather: Cool autumn morning.
Dog sightings: Fat black lab ambling into the Mystic lakes, BERNESE MOUNTAIN DOG, fluffy collie-like thing.
It was a nice day today, not too chilly. Even so, I should probably wear gloves next time I start out - could not feel my hands. Or rather, my right hand was warm but my left hand was a little cold. Weird feeling, though it could have been my watch. Anyways, starting out was a little hard. I started a little late because I was waiting for my toast (toast with Nutella? DELICIOUS). Eating should really happen earlier, since eating just before running always makes the first half a struggle.
Had a couple of thoughts today. First one - you need people, be it on the run or in general. Like I mentioned, the first half was really hard. It has been a rough couple of days, emotionally and mentally, and I have been a little worn out. Also, I got stitches for the first time in a long, long while. STITCHES. Few things are as bad as running with bloody STITCHES. Well, injuries are pretty bad too, but with stitches you still can keep going, it just SUCKS MUCHLY. So I am slogging past the entrance to the Mystic Beach Park Thing when I see P. going the other way. She cheers, yells "There she is!" and gives me a high five. And suddenly, I am running so much better, so much easier than before. I find myself relaxing into a rhythm, which I was not able to get for 3.something miles. Usually it takes me about 2-3 miles to get into the swing of things, but today it really took an enthusiasm boost from someone to bump me into it. And I guess it is the same with life too. You cannot go through life on your own, or rather technically you can, much like running on your own, but in some ways it sucks. Sure, you can go at your own pace, but you need people to break up the monotony once in a while.
Also, I am a twit for running 7.6 miles after not running for a week. Stupid, stupid, estupido. Now I fear I may have shin splints. Gah.
