I wouldn't necessary call this morning run as epic failure. But it sure was a whole lot of nothing.
I was up at about 3 a.m., excited for a run, excited to take my new shoes I bought yesterday out for a spin.
6 a.m. rolled around and Mr. J and I were off running. Ms. M wasn't there - I guess her knee is still hurting. I told Mr. J that I only have 3 miles on tap. It started off ok ... and about 0.5 mile into it, I felt a familiar funny feeling. I gave the "o0ps!" talk to Mr. J and started planning alternate routes for him to do so he will get his run he came to do. We started walking at about 1 mile.
Race Day strategy....
Well, I am just going to walk the half marathon. The hotel and registration are paid for, so, I might as well show up and get a medal to add to my Christmas tree this year. Yep. No expectation. Just walking the entire race.
Meanwhile, I am just going to ride my bicycle. Bummer. Right. But oh well.