I don't want to talk about it.

I don't want to talk about it.

Ok, well it is my training blog, so I guess that I should talk about it.

My 7 mile run was a disaster.

I think I have become a creature of habit, and when things go awry, I can't always overcome them. Here it is. A few months ago, I agreed to read Torah at my synagogue this morning. I've been practicing all summer, literally, for hours. Though maybe not as many hours as I've been running.

A couple of weeks ago, I realized that today was also the morning of the Fleet Feet Lady Distance 10k which I had planned to race instead of my 7 mile pace run. Obviously, I couldn't do the race. All week long, I've been aware of the high temperatures. I knew I couldn't do today's run like I usually do -- early in the morning -- because I had to get up and get ready for synagogue. Ok, in retrospect, I could have got up at 5:00 AM, BUT I'M DOING THAT TOMORROW!! SHEESH!

I knew I'd have to hit the treadmill this afternoon. (By the way, I did a fine job on the Torah reading -- snaps for me!) I drove to the gym. Put on my ipod. Starting running on the treadmill. First, the music at the gym was so loud I couldn't hear my own music. It was cacophony! After a mile, I got off the 'mill and asked that the music be turned down. Every single other person was wearing headphones anyway (it's a small gym). Went to the bathroom. Back on the treadmill. Mile 2 -- had to go to the bathroom again. What's with me and the treadmill? I have to go all the way downstairs just to do this! Ok, back on the treadmill. Cramps. Shit. This is really not working.

I walk to the 2.75 mile point and call it a day.

Tomorrow I'll get up at 5 to run 14. No treadmill.