"A Really Tough day!"

I'm trying not to let it get to me but my long run was a disaster! I started walking at about 18 kms and then managed to get home alternating 4 minutes running with one minute walks. I quit totally at 22 kms. After about 15 minutes at home and lots of water, I headed back out determined to complete my 31.2 kms. It didn't get much better. At about 20 minutes I was back to the 4 min/1 min thing which eventually deteriorated to 2 and 1. The only positive moment in my run came when a woman actually stopped in the middle of the road to let me cross when she seen me approaching the intersection. I must have looked like hell!
Oh, and I made good headway on my tan since I was out there for so long!

Like I said I'm trying not to let it get to me but I just wish I understood it. Am I indeed overtraining? Is it the heat? Is it poor nutrition, or poor hydration? Is it the controversial electrolyte problem?
Or am I just a sad-sack, out of shape old grampa who should stay indoors?

Im trying hard to believe it's not the latter and trying to stay proud. It's kind of ironic actually because when I first headed out that is exactly what was on my mind. Being proud. I was having kind of a flashback to my sick days, a flashback caused I know by drinking a "Boost" nutrition drink before I left. I remember so clearly how hard it was to drink them. How it would take me an hour to get one down. That took my thoughts back to the constant urging Claudette gave me, which in turn took me to thoughts of the incredible support and encouragement I had from her and all my other loved ones, and how I would never have survived without them.

"BUT"... I thought. I still had to do the work. I still had to force all that crap down my throat to get off the feeding machine. I had to get myself off the stupid painkillers. I had to drag my ass out of my bed. I had to start walking. I had to start jogging. And I had to build it up to where I am now. I still had to do the work!

So that's what I'm gonna focus on today. I'm gonna be proud of everything I've accomplished in the last year, and not dwell on my lousy workout. Tomorrow will be better.

I did cheer myself up by going out to buy new tires for my bike. I'm also proud to tell you that I got a good deal...only half what I paid for new truck tires a few months ago!!

I wish to dedicate day 280 to the unknown lady in the red car!

....and I really liked this one....see what you think...

“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us."---Jane Austen

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peter