Ran with S today in Penasquitos. Six-ish miles. He had an awesome run and conquered hills like nobody's business. Mine was not great. Don't know what's wrong with me lately - maybe my diet needs a revamp? I was tired and nauseated and had to stop to walk a couple of times, which is really unusual for me.
It's funny how much a run like this gets me down. Like it doesn't matter that I've been running almost every day the past few weeks, or that I am constantly accomplishing new things, or even that just three days ago I easily ran up a pair of hills that just weeks ago I could not climb without walking. One bad run and my brain is all "You suck. You will never accomplish anything as a runner. Might as well find a new hobby".
Shut up, brain. Tomorrow's run will be awesome.
