I went running with Kyle Friday and that was awful, he stayed with me for the first 2 miles then after that he ran like 5 paces ahead of me for the next 5 miles, I was getting soooo annoyed, it's like hey buddy, you're running with me, can you not just run next to me. I felt like he just wanted me to run faster. I'm like hmmm, lets see, I still have like 5 more miles to go - sorry buddy. Would it have killed him to run a little slower? Then after that this guy in my ward who was training with the law enforcement ran with us for a bit, and then Kyle started running further ahead, I told him he could just leave which he did. It was soo annoying. So I ran with Quenton for a mile, then he left with his crew and I ran by myself for a mile and at this point I had 1 mile left to go and Kyle ran with me for the last mile, even though he had already finished. I was really annoyed, I just wanted him to leave. It's like O.K. buddy, you can run faster than me....cool. I was less than impressed. Most everyone can run faster than me - so woop ti dooo number two. It's not like I'm racing or anything, I'm training, and I don't need a running partner that doesn't even run with me. When he was running like 5 paces ahead I was very annoyed. When you're feeling tired and running 5 paces behind someone else, it makes you feel even more tired and way less hopeful. It's down right demoralizing. After he was all excited and peppy and during the last mile of us running together we cooled off, so you could tell he thought he was off the hook for what he pulled, but then he talked about "next time" and I informed him that it would not be advantageous to run together anymore and I explained my reasoning/frustrations. He was really sad/bitter after that and didn't say one word after that. We stretched and went our separate ways. That was kind of a downer. He made me feel like the bad guy when really he was the douche canoe that was too selfish to run next to me. So I did a 10 mile run in 1 hour and 53 minutes...and I felt slow about it, no thanks to Kyle, which I should have felt amazing about. I mean technically that's only 5.3 mph and that's really like jogging but it's 10 miles O.K. leave me alone. Granted I had to go to the bathroom 2 times during our run, which made me happy that we ended up running on the track with a bathroom near by. I saw some people from my ward playing tennis, and all the hotty tennis players too which was cool. I don't ever want to have to run on the track anymore though, not only is it super boring but also all the turns aren't fun on my ankles. Next week is only 7 miles, MERCY! After the 10 miles I went home and was sooo exhausted, it took all my energy I could muster to shower and change. I was tired because my feet hurt so bad and I didn't want to stand on them, but also because I hadn't eaten since breakfast and by the time I finished changing it was around 4.
Today I wanted to race my 5K at the gym but I figured it was a fat chance since I had all this backed up poo in my bowels because my body doesn't ever like to take a dump unless its demanded to. So I tried anyway. I got to 2.7 miles in 23 minutes before it came, I wanted to just do the last 0.4 miles soooo bad, but I knew it would be bad news so I hopped off, went to the bathroom and finished the last 0.4 miles. Maybe I'll try and test it out again on Wednesday.
love.love.lindsay
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