A frustrating run this morning. The whole thing was rushed because I got up at 7:30 and want to catch the 8:20 train to work. Figuring I had 30 minutes, I set out to do 4 miles. Of course when you're in a hurry, you hit every red light possible. I was clearly in my morning fog and didn't jab step to try to fake out the cars. To add injury to insult, my inside thighs were sore from the little bit of frisbee we played on Tuesday. My strides felt slow. I ran with an empty tank, and came back so starved that I couldn't feel hunger anymore. Just squandered a beautiful, cool morning.
I'm going to promise myself that the next time I need some morning miles, I'm going to wake up, eat breakfast, wait 5 minutes, run, call in late if necessary, shower, and hopefully get to work less cranky and more satisfied.