I had a HORRIBLE run this morning. WTF, why am I even calling it a run, it was a trot, if that. FUUUUUUUUCK!!! I wanted to push everyone who passed me into the freezing cold waters of the Newport Beach Back Bay (and I pictured myself doing it). I got in my car mad and drove off and started banging my head against my headrest. Oh the people next to me looked like I needed to go back to the looney bin and pealed off as soon as the light turned green, I'm sure they were thinking "these crazy Californians. Get me back to Kanas!". Then of course I needed my "fix" of Diet Coke, because I had SUCH AN AWESOME RUN!!! FML. Poor chick at Bristol Farms, again gave me the "this chick must have escaped the mental farm" look when I ordered a "large diet coke, but please put a little ice then squeeze a lemon, then more ice, to the top, the another lemon, not squeezed, then diet coke". Then I got in my car looked at my diet coke and thought "I don't deserve this, this is for people who KNOW HOW TO TRAIN"....I proceeded to drive home, barely able to see, I was crying so hard that I was a complete failure and convinced myself I had no business doing triathlon. Oh god, I feel tears forming again....WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
"Though she be but little, she is fierce" ~Shakespeare | Powered by HD Coaching | 2014 Wattie Ink Triathlon Team | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter
"Though she be but little, she is fierce" ~Shakespeare | Powered by HD Coaching | 2014 Wattie Ink Triathlon Team | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter