I think I underestimated how tiring, both mentally and physically, this last week has been on me.
This whole week was weird and now my run was too. I wasn't down at all, but I just couldn't feel recovered ever ever ever. I was going downhill and still out of breath. Slow and still out of breath. It felt like when I run 20-25 miles and no matter what I'm so tired that my lungs just don't want to get there. My quads felt like rubber. Tired and gelatin, but stiff and even more tired. Blah
It started good too. Two miles of strenuous uphill and i got through it without stopping. But shortly after that I had to stop every mile and just sit there, wondering how the day was going to go. I didn't feel bad enough to turn around, especially after driving an hour to get there. But I did keep thinking "If it takes all day, then that's how long it takes." And then I tried for the 10 miles. But after about 6 miles I kept glancing at my watch every 5 minutes wondering where I was. Le sigh.
When I decided to turn at 7.5 and make it a solid 15 miles, oddly that's when I started to feel better and have fun. Then I decided to just have a fun day and jump around on rocks.
It's easy to think that I didn't do anything useful today. That my "run" was really a glorified speed hike. But I still logged 5 hours on my feet and 3 hours of run-hiking. It'll go in the log books and mentally work on getting stronger and better.
For now, enjoyable pictures. Sorry this blog sucked. It sounded better in my head 8 hours ago