I ran exactly zero miles last week.
I'm frustrated by my foot. When I take my pills, my stomach is too ravaged to run. When I don't take them, the pain creeps back and is just as devastating.
My interest level in completing my full in five weeks has dwindled to almost non-existent.
I'm seriously considering running the half instead, and pushing a full to December...more time to heal and rest.
I'm reading my blog list, but am too busy to leave meaningful comments, so I've been incommunicado.
My failure to complete my long run last weekend because of the baseball game from hell has basically sapped me of all motivation. That mental whammy went pretty deep.
Today was the first day I woke up and had even a little urge to run.
I'm worried I won't have time for a real taper because of the two long runs I've missed.
I'm trying to stay positive, but right now I feel like I'm in survival mode.
Keep on chugging, friends. I'm not sure what my plan is as of right now, but I'm seriously weighing my options and trying to be realistic.