So, the plan was to run 90 minutes this morning.

20 minutes down Old Post, I stopped to tie one of my shoes – that’s when the hunger pangs started, and that’s when my mind took over and convinced me that I had no business running 90 minutes.

I was able to successfully convince myself that:

  • I didn’t drink enough water yesterday
  • I didn’t eat enough food this morning
  • a 10-mile run after a race isn’t the best thing in the world to do

I’m such a friggin wuss.  The first 20 minutes of the run were great. They were slow, but I wasn’t planning to run faster than 9:00 pace.  One loose shoe lace threw me completely off my rthymn and had me heading for home.

I did suck it up a little bit and ran 6.5 miles.