Bad Days

Do you ever just have days where everything is off. I had one of those evenings, but the running was fine, it was everything else. This week is my highest mileage week, with a 22-miler coming up this weekend, and my body is starting to feel the wear and tear of training for a marathon. The outside of my knees are starting to hurt, as are the inside of my lower calves (no idea what the heck to attribute that pain to). But all in all, I'm feeling pretty good. 

So, what all went wrong, you ask? Well, let me tell you. Just over halfway into my run, some guy got on the treadmill to my left. He had a beard, a backpack, and a horrible funk. The kind of funk that you would imagine comes from lacking a shower for a week. It was repulsive. I almost turned to him to say something about how offensive he smelled, but decided against it. I coughed and gagged, but made it through. I did not complete my quarter mile cool-down. I hopped off that treadmill as quickly as possible once I was done. 

After running, I've taken to using one or two of the arm machines before going home. I had plenty of time today, so I did just that. And my stupid cell phone died between sets. For the record, it had 27% power when it spontaneously died. So I couldn't call my husband on my way home or check how bad the traffic was in the pouring down rain. And I had to stop and get gas. And some a-hole almost hit me on my way to fill up while I had a green light to turn. And Eddie pooped on my bathroom rug because it is just too wet outside for his bowel movements. 

Miles logged: 4.0