The run I did
yesterday while still feeling somewhat sick totally caught up with me last
night and I went to bed fairly certain that my plan to get up and go for a run
this morning wasn’t going to come to fruition.
So when I woke up feeling rather blah still and with my knee that was bothering me yesterday still felt a little funny, it
took me a while to decide if this was one of those run through it times or
not. I spent a solid 20 minutes deciding
to run, deciding to get back into bed, deciding to have coffee, deciding that I
should have water instead, making the bed, sitting down on the half made bed,
remaking the part of the bed I messed up, etc., etc.
Just as I
thought making a decision on what to do was completely hopeless, I found
inspiration in the collages that I made a few weeks ago in the hopes that they would
offer up encouragement when I needed it most.
Yes, you read that correctly… I absolutely sat on my living room floor with scissors, paper, pictures and quotes and made myself some serious collages (I
know, very 8th grade of me but hey, I grew up in a time where
the coolest way to decorate your bedroom involved making
giant montages from the pages of magazines like Sassy, Seventeen & Tiger
Beat while listening to Duran Duran and wondering if George Michael might go with you to prom). 
So with my motivation firmly in place, I crossed the city to Crissy Field and got in 7 flat (I bribed
myself with the promise of no hill work today), sunny and relatively painless
miles (thank you magic Kinesio tape -that pink and black stuff on my leg in the photo- for keeping my kneecap from trying to
escape!).
Tomorrow is a
rest day in preparation for the long run on Friday which, to be honest, I’m a
bit worried about as 16 miles sounds really, really far. I wonder if I wear that coconut sunscreen, listen to some festive music on my iPod and
squint until things are slightly blurry while running I can trick myself
into thinking I'm on vacation and that there is a poolside cabana with bottomless mini umbrella drinks waiting for me at the end... Check back in a few days and I'll let you know if it played out as
planned or if I ended up tripping over a tourist from my blurred vision
and slightly nauseated from the overwhelming scent of coconuts.
7miles, 1hr 10min 44sec, avg 10.06
Cheers,
SF runner in training
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