Day Sixteen

Fail.

I am not happy about my decision to run in the morning instead of when I got home later last night. I should have known my relationship with mornings well enough to know that was a bad idea. Over 12 hours without food and then run is never, never a good idea.

This is the last day of real "interval" stuff like "run 5, walk 3, run 8, walk 3, run 5". Next run "run 10, walk 3, run 10" and then after that it's straight "run 25 minutes with no walking" for the rest of my life. This morning the first five minutes I barely made it through. The eight minutes I got half way through and had to even get off the damn treadmill. It was worse than Sunday's run. I was shaking and nauseas and not good. I did push pause on the plan so when I got back on after four minutes or so, I finished out the eight minutes of running. However during the three minutes of walking the tears came. All I could think about was how hard this was and how I hadn't been strong enough to push through. So pretty soon I can't breathe cause tears are rolling down my cheeks.

First tears of the plan.

I did my best to suck it up and I did complete the next five minutes of running.

Not happy. I deviated from the plan and I was punished.

For the record: 2.40 miles in 34 minutes