Running from the rain

So, after much talk about running a 5k in Westfield this weekend, Julie and I decided not to do so. Instead, we decided to take our time getting ready before heading to The Big E.

Of course, that means that we had to run today. And we did. It was by far the most difficult run I've had since starting this project. How far was it? Not even three miles. I could run three miles in my sleep at this point. Three miles is just warming up and really getting into the groove. A few months ago, three miles might have been daunting, but this is not the case these days.

I have been turning it over in my head as to why every second of this run hurt. I mean, the first mile is always a little tough, but every single step today was a battle. While I can't really blame one thing in particular, I can definitely say that exhaustion, having a terrible cold, the weather being 75 degrees with 90 percent humidity and a delicious breakfast in my immediate future probably had something to do with it.