Crap

So I forgot to write about my awesome run over Thanksgiving Break.  

It wasn't that awesome.  Haha.

My family decided to be active on Saturday.  My brother-in-law and I were going to run, while everyone else walked/jogged.  

Well I kept up with my brother-in-law at first, but as we turned to go up a brutal hill I knew my stomach was going to kill.  I made it up the hill, but I had to walk.  I wasn't happy about it.  I was in a lot of pain.  I felt like passing out, throwing up, and I couldn't really breathe all that well.  It lasted way longer than I expected.  Gah.

I finally got to a point where I wasn't so weak and started running again.  I still didn't feel too well.  Eventually I saw my brother-in-law, but I ran a little longer so I could at least get 3 miles in.

This wasn't an ideal run obviously, but it's a bit humbling I guess.  It just means I need to make sure I don't let myself get down. I can't let this be a reflection of who I am.  I had one day of weakness and that's okay. 

So I run to be faster and not let one moment bring me down. :)

Runaway Girl