I am tired. Of running. Or rather, of having to run.
This is very normal for me…and probably many runners out there. You work so hard at your training and then eventually you just burn out – more mentally than anything else. It usually happens once every 12-18 months for me (sometimes less) and I’m there right now.
I have my last race of the year next weekend in St. Louis and I am so excited for the trip and the race – but will be taking it very easy and plan simply to enjoy myself. I got nothing left in me for anything else.
I have found lately unable to pull myself from bed in the morning to go for a run…I just want to sleep.
Tuesday night was another football game…we went to it coming off the last HUGE win and with hopes we could topple the Toronto Argnonauts…
It was a NAIL BITING INSANELY GOOD game but in the end, we lost (in the final 2 minutes of the game) 38-35 and the referee went home knowing that he had let his whistle get a good workout…seriously, the amount of penalties called was OUT OF CONTROL. We chanted “BULLSH*T, BULLSH*T” I don’t know how many times. lol
This guy in front of me (yes, I totally pre-judged him on his choice of head wear!)
This weekend is Thanksgiving here in Canada so I’m headed out tomorrow morning to go up north for the weekend to eat turkey (and, let’s be honest, bacon) and spend time with this guy:
As for Abby…she is NOT helping me get up in the morning!