Bad run, new shirt

So good was the 12K run last week, so bad it was this week. So bad that in fact it deserves a blog entry of its own. 
It started going wrong already before I even laced up my shoes, as I had completely forgotten about my intent of running early in the morning and so I had to go once more with my son in the stroller. It was getting late so I skipped my warm up core strengthening exercises and I also didn't bring my drink, thinking that I could live without drinking for 12km on an overcast and cold day. 
While I was preparing the stroller in the garden, my son ran off to the slide and proceeded to wipe it dry from all the raindrops with his butt, which meant that I had to go back inside and change all of his clothes. To add to the bad start he even fought being strapped in the stroller, which hardly ever happens. Were these all messages from the universe telling me to forget about running that day? 
Already after the first steps I was regretting not doing the exercises, and from km 4 on I was badly missing my drink. The fact that I kept repeating to myself "this is a bad run, this is a bad run" didn't help either. It seemed as if all parts of my body were taking it in turns to send me disapproving messages: left shin, right knee, right hip, lower back, neck... only my hands were warm and happy in the gloves I had not forgotten to wear. Still, I kept on running. 
One thing I have learnt about listening to your body is that it's like with babies: you need to be able to distinguish between simple whining and real crying. Yesterday the early whining was about to turn into real crying by the end of the second lap, so I stopped fighting against an inevitable positive split and decided to just jog for the last mile.
Things didn't stop going wrong though. My son had just fallen asleep when we got home and was really not happy about being awoken and taken out of the stroller, which resulted in a temper tantrum like only toddlers can have (luckily he's a quiet boy and it didn't last long).
And you think that's it? Nope. The icing on the cake... was the chewing gum under my shoe. 


Only good news is that everything seems to be fine today, just fatigue even after the PT session yesterday afternoon. And with my new t-shirt (and one more on the way) I am ready for Sunday's 24km, I hope the weather will be kind enough for me to wear it!

Orange!

Nothing to report about the 5K jog on Wednesday.