Today I was supposed to run 9 miles.
Bad news?
I only went for 5 miles.
Worse news?
Of those, I only ran 2.5
I feel like a failure. An absolute failure.
I have my excuses, to be sure. I had planned on running around 7:30 when then sun starts to set. It was a really hot day so I didn't want to run with a high sun. However, my boyfriend wanted to go out for dinner tonight so I bumped my run up to 5:00.
I brought water in anticipation of the heat. But something just wasn't right. My stomach felt full and achey after the movie theatre popcorn I had this afternoon. The full and achey feeling combined with the high heat just left me feeling uncomfortable and sickly.
Excuses, excuses.
I stopped running at the 2.5 mark and started the walk of shame back home. I could have shortened the walk home but I wanted to punish myself for quitting.
I feel disappointed in myself now. I cut this run down. I missed one earlier this week. Why do I keep letting myself do this?
I'm regretting telling people my plans to run a marathon. If I fail I'm not just going to disappoint myself. I'm going to disappoint them as well. I don't want this to turn into yet another thing in life that I've attempted and failed at. I don't want people to say 'I told you so.' I just want to do something that will make people proud of me for a change.
I promise to myself week three will be better.
Monday May 28th: 9 miles
Tuesday May 29th: Rest
Wednesday May 30th: 3 miles
Thursday May 31st: 5 miles
Friday June 1st: 3 miles
Saturday June 2nd: Rest
Sunday June 3rd: 6 miles