So I woke up this morning feeling better, but not 100%. The run was going to happen. The yoga? Well, I went back and forth on that all day, but when it got to be almost 7pm and I was still at work, that went from a “maybe” to a “hell, no.”
Got home. Got dressed. Ran 8k. 8.1k, to be exact.
This run was very up and down. At times, I felt slow and sluggish and frustrated with why I decided to do this marathon thing in the first place. Other times, I felt fast and strong and excited to push myself.
Running. It’s miserable and magical at the same time.
The run: 8.1k in 52:16