It was an ugly, ugly run morning.
First, I didn't want to get out of bed. REALLY, REALLY didn't want to. Took some serious pushing to get me up and dressed and out the door, and all along, I was trying to find reasons not to run.
Then my foot thought it might hurt. But I stopped and loosed the laces, and that helped, much to my wanting-to-go-back-to-bed disappointment.
The air was thick and muggy...felt like it added 20 pounds to me. Talk about resistance.
The street I take out to 30th is worse than any sidewalk, with its many broken layers and potholes. I tripped. I did not fall. That's good, because I might have come back home to bed, had I hit the ground less than a mile from home.
Usually I don't get terribly sweaty until sometime during the 2nd mile. I was wiping sweat frantically (to keep it from running into my eyes) within less than half a mile, and that never got better.
The gnats were having a heyday. Flying in my eyes, up my nose, buzzing in my ears. I swallowed a few that I couldn't spit out. Then one flew right into my throat, hitting a sensitive spot that sent me straight to gagging and retching. This continued for most of mile 2, no matter how much I cleared my throat. My body went into "producing mucous to repel it" mode, hardcore. I finally had to blow my nose with my little mesh reflective vest, to avoid actually throwing up. I was starting to panic - Augustana hill is early in mile 3, and I knew if I kept gagging like that while breathing harder, there WOULD be hurling. Happily, it cleared up just before I turned the corner to go up the hill.
Only one of my 5+ miles was at a pace under 17 minutes this morning (ironically, the "fast" mile was the one where I was retching and gagging). You might say my butt was dragging. I was one big body ache by the time I got home.
Still, in the end, I did it. I chose love - movement, perseverance, consistency, when I could have just given up.
That is the value of learning to love my body, right there.
And that will pay off, come Bix day!