Friday, December 23, 2011
Last night’s run was the hardest to date. I’d say it was harder to complete than my first mile over a year ago. Granted, we ran 5 last night, but that isn’t the point. The point is is that I could not catch my breath. I know why. I was slightly sick and I drank 2 nights prior. It’s really amazing how drinking affects ones performance when it comes to exercise. I expected to be fine 2 days later, but I was absolutely wrong. We finished the hill in Prospect Park, and I was dead. I kept trying to slow down to get some air, and I just couldn’t do it. After 1 lap of the park, I told O$ that I was done. This was at 3.6 miles. I stood there angry for a moment and realized she would be running in a dark park alone, so I tried to take some deep breaths and got back on the road.
By the end I was so angry and out of breath that I couldn’t even talk to O$. I wasn’t mad at her. I was mad at me. I shook it off shortly after, but it was a very good lesson learned. That if I expect to continue like this, I really have to cut out the partying. It makes EVERYTHING worse.
By the end I was so angry and out of breath that I couldn’t even talk to O$. I wasn’t mad at her. I was mad at me. I shook it off shortly after, but it was a very good lesson learned. That if I expect to continue like this, I really have to cut out the partying. It makes EVERYTHING worse.
:: posted by Corey Brown, 6:20 AM