I pushed all I could for 13.5 miles of the planned 22 miles. I am not sure if my body, mind, or a combo, finally shut down as I could barely keep my eyes open. For the FIRST TIME in my running career I called for help. I have cut many runs short, but have never had to call Muscle Man to Rescue me.
Pride bruised, I pulled the sweaty $5 out of my pocket and bought a Hot Chocolate as I waited in the 50's style Diner in Buckley....
More on this later... Thanks to Chelsea and Jess for your Texts an concern :) and to everyone on Facebook and Dailymile... Off to bed and instead of dwelling on what could have been I am tealling myself..
Better today than Boston
- I struggle with listening to my body vs. getting the planned training miles in. Do you struggle with this as well? How do you get past it?