Only Human

Last night, despite a great result from the previous week, was one of my hardest tan expeditions to date.
On Sunday i went for a run and man did I push it, it was the BEST run i have done in the last 5 weeks, i really pushed myself to run that little bit harder and i felt amazing for it. I felt different while i was running and stronger and fitter and totally cuffed with myself.
Last night, different story. Different person it felt like.
I have been writing about how good running is making me feel and how it is such a great decision and i love it and its great and blah blah blah blah, well let me tell you, it certainly was not the case last night!
I wanted to crawl under a park bench and cry a little and maybe take a nap!
My legs were killing me, KILLING me and my body did just not want to do it, my mind wasnt there either. Honestly, it was just awful. So after i ran half the way and habbled the rest (God, i can imagine how pathetic i looked) i called my mum (Bless!) and had a massive whinge, perhaps a few tears, dont judge me, and got on the tram to take me up Toorak road. yes, the tram. yes, i felt massive amounts of guilt. But the worst part was the frustration. It has been 5 long weeks and i am starting to het results but i still have a day when i cant do it. i wanted to punch something last night, like really just unleash a beat down.... lucky i was alone!
But you know what? I AM only human, i am allowed to have an off day. I am allowed to hurt and struggle occasionally. And i most certainly am allowed to get frustrated and angry.

So tonight I am going to be social so i actually cant excercise and i am hoping a rest for 1 night will do me some good.

I will just have to punicsh the track tomorrow night. x