Most runners have had a bad run (at least that is what it says on the internet)… the run that is the total opposite of the runner’s high. I had one yesterday and sadly, it wasn’t even a long run. It was only an 8 miler… I had a great one on Tuesday and headed out with my hubby today so he could get his miles in for the week as well. 

Heading through the neighborhood toward the Santa Fe Trail, I was feeling pretty good. 

I cruised through the first three miles and instead the typical, “I am warmed up and in the zone feeling,” I hit the wall – yeah I hit the wall at mile 3.  To be fair, as soon as we left the neighborhood and started to head north, a head wind greeted us with a ferocity that literally took my breath away.  Another mile or so and I was sucking-wind literally.  I didn’t even attempt the steeper hills … slowing to a jog/walk until the road flattened out again.  I kept thinking that once I changed direction, the wind would work in my favor but apparently they were pretty variable yesterday with the only relief a 2 mile stretch on the Santa Fe Trail heading south.  But instead of being able to enjoy the tail wind, I was scared to death by a snake… slithering its happy self across the trail – ugh.  Heart rate thoroughly thru the roof now, I managed to finish the run from hell.  I came home, drank my Mix 1… logged this lousy run and looked forward to a better running day. Some days are better than others: I am going to blame it on the wind and the snake!