Friday wasn't my workout day. I woke up and head to the Y to get some miles in. I wanted to do 5 but only got 1 in. Turns out, I am a creature of habit, a creature of routine.
I put on a pair of ankle socks that weren't my usual "running" socks. They weren't doing it for me. I could feel the socks when I was running and it wasn't a nice, warm, fuzzy feeling. Why did I decide to wear these socks? I am not sure. But I sure won't be wearing them in the future.
Also, my hair was up in a pony tail without the braids because I couldn't find the second elastic band that I like to use for the bottom of the braid. No. I didn't even bothered to look for it. I got the hair in a pony tail and went, "oh well. whatever. This will work." So, the entire time when I was running, I could feel my ponytail slapping my back. I could feel the ends of my hair tickling. It was quite frustrating.
And back to the hair, I always wash my hair after my runs, and sometimes I will wash again before I go to sleep. However, somehow, I got the smart idea not to wash my hair last night. Big mistake. BIG. I was acutely aware of it. It just felt funny.
Finally, when I needed something to wipe the perspiration off my face, I realized that I forgot to grab a towel. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I finished up the 1 mile and head out off the Y. Defeated.
And I have been having some ridiculous cravings for chocolate cake and kettle-cooked chips. I am shameless. I bought the cake from the store instead of baking it and I wolfed it down. I am not kidding. I also devoured the chips too.
Yes, today's experience will be hung on the wall of shame. Tomorrow, I will do better. I will run better. I will eat better. And I will feel better.