And then the funny part of the story comes.
On sunday I ran my 10 Mile Time Trial. It was not pretty. In fact, it was the kind of run where you swear that you're smoking a pack of Camels in your sleep, or you're running with corn syrup in your lungs, or that you're running in water... well, you get the idea.
I felt like complete and utter SHIT. I was less than one mile into it when I knew I just didn't have it. Not only did I not have it, I felt like I never had it to begin with. I was suckin' wind, my eyes were watering from something in the air and felt like they were gonna pop out of my skull. Sometimes I'll go on a run, and feel like crap, only to warm up, and end up having a good, (sometimes great) run. Sunday, was not like that.
31 miles in 5 weeks? It would actually be funny if it wasn't so sad...