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I'm not a runner, am I?



That photo was from last thanksgiving turkey trot. Not a great performance on my part. Ever see a bad photo of yourself and think, "Geez, I know how she feels".

I went on a painful 3 miler in the afternoon heat today. This is the first run I had this week. I’ve only run 3 miles in the past two weeks even. Everytime I tried to get out I felt nauseous. I started eating wrong. I’m having a hard time waking up early.

Two weeks isn’t a ton of time off, right? Two weeks was the amount of time it took me to recover from a particularly bad flu. I can’t believe that I’m at risk for calling off my June Marathon.

I am just not a runner am I? I shuffle around the neighborhood every once in a while then I go to work with my head in the clouds gloating like I am an Olympic athlete. I seriously struggle to break even 10 minutes per mile but I am always shopping for running gear. I am just a running poser aren’t I?

Albiet used, my expensive Garmin seems to agree. Garmin says that I almost had a fast jog near the end there during my outing today.

Okay. Garmin can call it whatever it wants, but I went for a run and hence I am a runner. I am a runner because I decide who I am. I get to do that because no one else in the world is as invested as I am in me.

These are all the head games I play after my running break. These days off are killing me. It makes me doubt the reason I embarked on this journey and all of the resulting decisions I have made. Maybe I can’t do anything I set my mind too and maybe this foolish exertion has caused me to make some of the worst decisions of my life. Like cutting off my hair. Like deciding to give another go at the Engineering State Board. Maybe life will be easier if I just stop pushing it.

Yeah, days off are brutal. It throws everything I was trying to keep at bay with running in my face. I have to face weight gain, muscle atrophy, dehydration, poor nutrition like I have never considered those things before.

Rant complete. In summary I had a bad run and it made me feel like crap.

Do you play these headgames with yourself?

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