Warning: You might want to grab some cheese to go with this whine. Man, the past few days have been pretty bogus, lemme tell ya. Plenty of personal drama to go around, topped with anxiety about Saturday's 5K. It's gotten to the point where all I can do is laugh. And one of the things that always makes me laugh is Wayne's World.
Seriously. It's been one of my favorite movies since it came out. Fun Fact About Tam: I wore a Wayne & Garth "Extreme Close-up!" t-shirt to school in like, the 4th grade. Frequently.
Anyway, to help deal with stress and get in some last-minute training for the race, I decided to go for an outdoor run after work yesterday. Pretty much one of the worst runs ever. I wasn't even trying to go fast or long, I was just trying to run and enjoy it. Sigh.
Started running out of breath almost instantly. I thought "How the hell can this be? I've been spinning and hittin' up the weights to challenge my muscles and boost my endurance! Why is this happening?"
Then the wind started to kick in. Then some cyclists came out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me and I barely had enough air to gasp because I had already been panting for several minutes. Decided to take some walking breaks, which helped a little. Then my insides turned into spit and phlegm, apparently. That was fun.
The cherry on top was when my facial moisturizer (applied earlier in the day) started leaking into my eyes along with sweat. It felt like someone sprayed Tilex in my face. Guess I should re-think what kind of beauty products I use, heh.
Came home in a worse mood and with a bigger headache than what I had before I went outside. And apparently I triggered allergies I didn't know I had, because I've been sneezing and coughing ever since.
Pretty sure I've made this face on more than one occasion this week.
BUT, in retrospect, my joke of a run was kinda funny. And I'm already starting to find my current personal drama kinda funny because it's just one thing after another.
I'll just keep rolling with the punches. And I'll probably keep running too, because it's just the nature of the beast that some runs are better than others. But will I still show up at Saturday's race?
Considering how stressed out I've been lately, I think it might be smart to just let this one go. It's one thing to have a bad run when you're by yourself, but to turn into a psycho-hosebeast in public? Well, I think I'll pass. I know I haven't been running outside nearly enough, but I'm confident that will change soon. Who knows?
So there's my "oh, poor me, my life's SO hard" rant. Just needed to get it out and move on. And watch Wayne's World when I get home.