I busted out my long run on Tuesday, which was only 14 miles. But, it was 14 miles on the dreadmill with this bad boy on my heel. NOT FUN.
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| UGH, why are feet so GROSS?! |
I wasn't going to run it because I had been really sick the past 2 days but I got to FaceTime with Billy on Monday and that always pumps me up to run. He told me it wouldn't hurt to miss it since I still have a 10 miler and a 12 miler left but I couldn't not run it. I just couldn't do it, but I regretted it afterwards when I was close to puking and had a headache for the next 12 hours. (I know there is a reason as to why I listen to him).
I just can't get myself adjusted to the fact that I am supposed to let up at this point. I've read countless articles about it and it's in every running book I've ever read and I know the importance of it, I do, but I just can't seem to let myself do it.
Don't get me wrong, my body is super-thrilled with the idea of less mileage and more rest days (we all know I love my rest days) but mentally I feel like I'm going to lose everything I've worked so hard at gaining these last 5 months. ARG! This is supposed to be the easy part!!!!
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