Would You Like Some Cheese With That Whine???

(Seriously. There's a lot of whining. I'm warning you. Can't say I didn't.)

Not even gonna lie.

Today sucked.

It was too hot, and I talked myself into going out anyway.

But it wasn't even really the heat so much that messed me up, as it was, ONCE AGAIN, the terrain.

My perfect mecca of 5K preparedness turned out to be a giant heaping pile of shit. It's almost completely rounded off. The side of the road rises on a steady angle up to the center of the road, and then back down the other side. It's like walking/running sideways on a hill. Have you ever done that? Cuz it FREAKING HURTS.

I'm not sure why I didn't notice it on Friday. Maybe it was because I only gave myself one off day in between this time. Maybe it was because I had someone with me so I didn't pay as much attention to the HORRIFIC BURNING FIRE IN MY CALVES.

I don't even know how many jog/run sections I skipped, but it was a lot.

My C25K stats ended up as follows:

1.37km walked at 13:24 min/km, and .44km ran at 9:55 min/km for a total of 1.81 km in 22:44.

(Math skills tell me that I skipped approximately 3 jogging sections and 2 walking sections)

The only saving grace there is that's a marked improvement in my run time. But I only ran for not even half a kilometer. I'm sure had I run a bit more, it would have been slower.

My total distance for the day was 1.96m in 24:40, with a pace of around 12:35 km/min.

So my problem now is this...

Do I try to stick it out on the (mostly) flat but stupidly angled road?

Or do I go back to the State Park and deal with the hills?

I'm completely frustrated because Friday was AWESOME, and I was so excited that I found a great place to get this done. And now I'm back at square one. Stupid, standing in my way, laughing in my face square one.

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So I wrote all of the previous stuff out a little while ago, and went to do some other stuff.

I also watched that crazed lunatic walk on a tightrope across the Grand Freakin' Canyon.

I've come to this conclusion:

If some asshat can walk on a tiny little wire across 1400 feet of open-to-the-point-of-a-1500-foot-plummet?

MY ASS CAN DO A 5K.

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So to wrap things up, today sucked, I'm confused and sad and annoyed, Nik Wallenda's a crazyperson, I can do a 5K.

The end.