Today

So not a lot of running blogging means--running SUCKS right now. It will get better. Opted out of Father's Day 5k--just wasn't feeling it. B2B training started Monday.

Today's run was a speed workout--5 miles including 4x800s at 3:53. If you believe in bad luck or "bad" days--well mine started rough: Pulled over 1 minute in to driving G to school to verify I had Garmin. I did. Pulled over 5 minutes into drive to verify I had wallet. I didn't. But I did have an empty gas light on. So I needed said wallet. Went home to fetch it.

Untangled G from my arms at daycare and headed to (eek, gasp, BLECH) WALMART (I cringe to type that) to find replacement head phones since the thunder storm I ran through last week fizzled my headphones out (note: headphones are an issue for me because ear buds do NOT stay in my ears, not even close). They did not carry the ones I needed. Bought an alternative.

Arrived at blvd. Too many people. Does anyone even work??? Turn on watch. "Low battery". Awesome. Start run. Ear piece on right ear, flapping. Errrr. 3/4 mile into warm up. Garmin dies. At one mile, stop for a brief stretch, decide to use ipod to time run. See ipod battery life is "red". Yay. Start first 800. Think I might die. Stop and walk the 400 jog. Next 800. Going to die again. Walk 400. Decide to try to pay attention the the wildness of my thoughts whilst running the next 800:

Here we go ugh this sucks already why the f are these shorts riding up nobody including that maintenance guy over there needs to see my bikini area at this point in time oh my god this sucks where the f is the 1/4 mile point can't breath so out of shape i need to stop f this i am so not doing my next one quarter mile done can barely breathe why the f do people walk in the god damn middle of the fng path can they not hear me breathing hello people control your dog please i might die i can't breathe i hate running i hate life this isn't supposed to be this hard i want to stop almost there keep going holy shit i hate everything aaaaaaaaaaaaaand done.

And just like that, 3 steps into the recovery "walk" my mind is clear. And positive and happy and I KNOW I can do the last 800. But of course the thoughts are the same as above when I actually run it...

I don't really believe in the whole everything happens for a reason bs. Things just happen. But I will say, given the string of events that seemed destined to toxify my run--I glanced at my ipod timer after my final 800 (which for the record was 2 seconds slower than it should have been) and just as I saw the time, my ipod died. It held out for just as long as I needed it. Maybe there is indeed divine intervention.