Headed out for my 14 miler. FAIL.
As soon as I started running, my tummy went into a full revolt. I got food poisoning in Las Vegas two weeks ago and my GI tract hasn't been right since. Eating Thai food for lunch and dinner yesterday probably wasn't my smartest choice either.
In addition to my rumbling belly, it was hot. It was supposed to be in the over 80 degrees so I decided to run on Coronado Island to catch an ocean breeze. All of my Texas friends are thinking 80 degrees is not hot. It is to me. I was promised perfect weather at all times in San Diego. It's supposed to be 72 and sunny every day. I made my trade-offs to live here, enduring the ridiculous cost of Southern California housing and Mexican food made without lard. Surely, San Diego can deliver perfect running weather in return for my suffering. It was definitely hotter than 80 degrees with no shade and no breeze.
In the end, I ran about a mile and walked about 2 miles. So frustrating. I'll try again tomorrow.
Don't let it get to you. One bad day, one bad run. There'll be other stupendous days. Pick one of those :-)
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