I went out for my required 3 mile run yesterday. It was amongst the worst runs I've ever had. Well, we'll call this one an "energetic shuffle with periods of walking". I'm being generous.
M thinks that maybe I didn't fuel properly- I hadn't been too hungry so I didn't eat lunch, and it was after church, so I had my smoothie in the morning followed by a piece of angel food cake, a few pieces of cheese, and a piece of olive-oil-dipped bread. And no lunch. This might have been the problem. I still didn't FEEL hungry, though. And you shouldn't eat when you aren't hungry, right? I'm so confused!
I could barely get going in the first place. After I pushed myself to start the energetic shuffle that I call a run, I found I could sometimes maintain it for a song or two before slowing back into a walk. By 15 minutes into the run, I found myself fantasizing about tempeh and how I would cook it when I got home. The weirdest part is that I still DIDN'T FEEL HUNGRY... I just wanted that tempeh and some nice veggies with the single-minded desire of a labrador in pursuit of bacon.
I got home throughly depressed at my uber lack of athletic prowess or capability. Next time, maybe.