Epic Fail

I almost should have never started the workout for today. I wasn't ready for it. Mentally I was tired, frustrated and unfocused. Instead of knowing that it probably just wasn't in the cards I went for it. My next sign was how tough the warm up was for me. I'm pretty sure my last three days were a little harder than intended and didn't help prepare me for today either. Lesson learned, again.

But now I have to deal with the fact that I bailed mid-workout. It was devastating. I'm devastated. Stepping off the treadmill, I felt broken and the thoughts flooded my mind. What am I doing? Is this goal too ambitious? How in the heavens can I do these things when I can't do a week three workout? It's not a good place to be.

I always try to keep things in perspective but sometimes it's just hard. I've had a few challenging situations that I've needed to work through as of late. The energy that they've required has left me drained and not sleeping. But there are no excuses and that's why it feels like an epic fail.

Marathoner and Olympic hopeful, Desiree Davila says, "Running is just you, the work you put in, and the clock. You can't cheat yourself. If you don't put in the miles, you can't go to the starting line thinking you're going to pull a miracle out of nowhere. You get out exactly as much as you put in."

The problem is, I couldn't agree more, and feel like I'm up a creek right now.
So I'm trying to focus on finishing up this week strong with a solid long run.
Man I wish I was anywhere but South Bend with 10" of snow headed my way...