My Crystal Says You Aren’t Telling Me Everything

This morning I woke up realizing immediately that I was scheduled to run 9 miles.  My eyes immediately rolled in annoyance.  It’s bad when you can’t wait till something is over, right?  Something that I’ve been ‘looking forward to’ for so long, right?  Well I’m there.  I am ready for this to be over.  But I think it might be the lead up that I don’t like.  While I know I will not do well if say the half marathon was next weekend, I know I would still finish.  So yeah I bitch about training, I know #firstworldproblems

So I got up, ate my oatmeal mess – WHOA HOLD UP.

I gotta tell you about this.

SO I bought plain oatmeal, and added almond slivers, chocolate chips (just a few), and Peanut butter and MAN.  Not only was it delish, but it was so incredibly filling.  SO filling. Which is making me think about trading this to my normal weekday breakfast, but more on that later.

Then after breakfast (Jason had Apple spice french toast and bacon) I let myself digest, then I changed clothes, did a little stretching and then I was off.

The first mile was great.  The next 7 were okay.  That last mile was perfect.  Well that’s a lie.  It was only perfect because it was the last one of the day.  My entire lower body was on fire, and my chest was tight ( I need to get back to the doctor about this – If I don’t mention it this week – at least about making an appointment – stab me ), and then the minute that british woman on my Runtastic App said “Distance 9 miles” I was like “EFF THIS BITCH.” and stopped.

I walked, slowly, back to the house, and then came in and stripped myself of my electronics and then decided because of how amazing gorgeous it is outside that I would stretch on our deck.  BEST IDEA EVER.  It felt not only amazing, but with the fresh air I felt like I was getting really good deep breaths in.

Then I walked inside and showered.  Something that not only felt amazing, but made me realize how incredibly salty my sweat is.  Ok.  It was gross.  Seriously.  I was like “Hi table salt flaking off me”.  No joke.

Now I am dressed, cooled off, and drinking my post run smoothie and watching Kim and Kourtney Take New York.

I must be on a runners high if I am enjoying that.

Have a great Saturday y’all