Well, this entry is going to be a bit different from how it was supposed to go. Since my last entry I had been kicking ass. I ran my seven miles last week with ease, my five mile run days are no longer even challenging, and I'm lifting more than I have since the surgery.
I was going to brag about how the warrior has returned, that I'm the Prince of All Sayians once again!
Then I ran eight miles today.
I can tell you with all honesty and sincerity that I have never had my ass kicked so hard by a workout. For two hours after, I couldn't even drink water without throwing up. Forget about eating solid food, either.
The run started out good enough, my initial mile was just after ten minutes (which I did with my dog before finishing the rest on my own), but after 6.5 miles I felt like I was doing a forced march to a concentration camp.
I had no doubt that I would finish (The Voice has gotten much quieter as of late), but Jesus Christ, was I wrecked when it was done.
The moral of the story: We all have bad days. Even those of us who have become stronger, better, faster than we were before. :) Just push through and you'll be glad you did. The pain I feel now is nothing compared to the pain I'd feel if I had quit.
That said, I'm going to curl into a ball and cry now, because tomorrow is leg day.
I'm also down to 254 pounds, in case you were wondering.
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