Remember when I was bragging about all the good running I was doing and how everything was going so smoothly? I now eat my words. Sometimes I have certain runs that after I get back I think to myself, seriously, you KNOW better than to do this, so WHY did you just do that. Take my Friday afternoon run for example. I took off at 3 pm, and immediately was sweating like a beast. It was about 93 degrees out and I was simply dying. I also, before my run, drank a huge glass of water because I was thirsty. Another stupid move. I had a huge side-ache and the run was horrible. Once I got home though I thought, why did you do that. You know better than to run at 3, you know better than to drink water before. It was just a bad run. I told DJ that literally, if I had my phone with me I would have called her to come get me.
After that bad run, the weekend was one of relaxation to say the least. Friday night I went to the Museum of Latin America Art in Long Beach for an event on movement and dance, especially focusing on Latin America. It was actually a ton of fun and I’m really glad I went. It was definitely somethingPowered by Sidelines