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MAKE THE BEST OF IT

MAKE THE BEST OF IT

    I totally planned on blogging yesterday and writing some super inspirational post about how today was gonna be the day that I finally ran 6 miles on the dreadmill in the dungeon. But, the day just sorta got away from me and before I knew it I had zero motivation to do any blogging. So, here we are, only week 3 of the semester and already stressing like it's freaking finals wee. I mean, come on, what is this nonsense?! I woke up this morning ready to completely dominate my run and didn't really care how fast or slow it was. I knew that finally breaking that whole 4 mile barrier that I've been dealing with since the start of the semester would just improve my confidence and mood so much.

    I was maybe 1.5 miles in when I knew today just was not going to be the day we got 6 miles in, which was a real bummer considering the past two Friday's I have been able to have some pretty good 6 mile treadmill runs at Total Body Fitness. But, at the same time, I really shouldn't be surprised with just how awful this mornings run went. I didn't ice my legs yesterday...which I so should have. I definitely let my stress get the best of me yesterday and didn't eat enough food to fuel my early morning run. Oh, and ya know all that anxiety/stress can have an impact on how your body recovers from workouts and stuff. However that first mile had me convinced I would be able to overcome all of those obstacles.

    I even had like the greatest music come on when I put my Ipod on shuffle this morning, but that couldn't keep my mind on the task of running 6 miles. My calves just felt really off this morning when I was running and going at 6.2 mph felt like death. And that is my normal warm-up pace or pace I run on a recovery day. No matter what I did, the further along I got in my run the worse things felt and the more stressed I got. Like I can remember being 2 or 2.5 miles in and questioning if I would actually make it to 3 miles. And of course that just made me really panicky and even harder to catch my breath...BECAUSE OMG 3 MILES AT 9:43 PACE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO 9 MILES AT 9:25 PACE.

    How could things get any worse, oh trust me they did. 'Cause the minute I hit the 3 mile mark, stopped the treadmill, and hopped off I literally felt like I was going to puke or pass out or something terrific like that. What? After a very slow paced 3 miles...that's how I felt? It is just so damn confusing because like that is nothing for me considering how much better shape I'm in now compared to way way back in August at the start of the school year. After sitting down on the ledge by the window and catching my breath I had a tough choice to make. Okay, not that TOUGH, but still a choice.

    I told myself, You can choose to let this shitty start affect the rest of your workout...or you can choose to make the best of it. Find something good out of all of this pain and stress. Use this to push yourself for the next 2.5 hours. And that's exactly what I did. My hour of incline walking flew by and before I knew it I only had 90 minutes of lifting left. It just so happened to be my third upper body/arm day in a row, so I knew this lift was not going to be all rainbows and unicorns. Thankfully, I had a playlist all cued up with songs by Thomas Rhett & Dustin Lynch to get me through when things got tough once again. And then, when I was so ready to skip out or half-ass the hour of lifting I do in my dorm room (hello 8 lb. baby weights)...I get a 'Good Morning' text from one of my favorite people and just like that what should have/could have been a terrible day completely turned around.

    Yeah I haven't foam rolled, stretched, or iced my legs today. But, I did get 5/5 on my quiz over parts of the brain and brain imaging. And I decided randomly to re-start Grey's Anatomy from the very beginning, just because. The point of the random and very rambly story is that on your best days there are going to be shitty moments...and vice versa. Even on the worst of days, there are going to be moments where you're able to find something good in your situation. Like, getting another chance to bawl your eyes out when all of the best characters on Grey's are killed off.
OUTDOORS VERSUS INDOORS

OUTDOORS VERSUS INDOORS

NEVER SAW THIS COMING

NEVER SAW THIS COMING