The downside of a blog where I declare my plans.
I have to admit when those plans don't work out.
It snowed enough last night that I didn't do the 17 miles early.
I was afraid of slip sliding down all the hills around here.
That and the cold, wet feet thing.
So I went down to the river trail nearby after lunchtime.
My brain was all into it.
I was pumped and ready to go.
My body not so much, I found out.
I had been having some stomach trouble the past day or two.
I thought I was okay today- but I was NOT correct.
Some pain/nausea/uncomfortable feelings came on...
and would not let up.
Painful, sad issues.
Long story short(ish)-
I only ran 7 miles before I gave up.
Maybe if the bathrooms were closer...
but they were few and far between (7 miles apart).
Now I feel like a big giant loser quitter.
Having to stop a run that your mind is READY for just really sucks.
Hopefully I can get up early Monday and do the 17.
Okay- now that I have shared way too much.