5.5 miles
As a runner, you have to face the truth about yourself on a regular basis (correction: daily basis), and it makes you more honest. The unfiltered honesty has been sobering. You can't pretend to be faster than you are. You can't pretend that you are better prepared than you are. You cannot pretend to be a runner, you actually have to run.
I've come up with a definition for what I am going through these days.
Bored Runner Experience: (noun)
A personalized form of torture wherein a participant wakes up at ass-o-clock in the morning or (due to life, work, parenting and other "adult responsibilities") ventures outside at a god-awful, pitch dark hour in the night into the freezing cold and rain (hint: preferred location == Seattle), at which point she miserably trots for a god-awful interval of time that could be better spent doing other things like other "normal" people - for instance, sleeping/resting/watching movies/advancing career and/or consuming large quantities of wine or cupcakes.
See also: masochism, awfulness, "a bunch of bullshit", chafing, deprivation, mental therapy, life under COVID, running and loving it.
I am kidding, it's not as bad as above. I am sure it will get better (some days). Today IS better than yesterday (yesterday I've left my heart, soul and tears on the asphalt), and today my son instilled so much comfort and confidence in me (just being himself). He said so calmly and as a matter of fact: "I experience 1001 frustrations a day."
Day 191.
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