Hall of Shame.

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.