The flu vampire

I finally managed to heave my diseased carcass onto a treadmill today. I purposely did not say that I "ran" today. Although what I did today contained running within the 30 minutes I was astride said treadmill, the greater portion of the minutes I devoted to fitness today involved me walking, heaving warm, office building into my lungs, and wondering what is all that bad about morbid obesity.

I started out OK, and I should mention that I set the treadmill to give me a hill workout, so I was on an incline the whole 30 minutes (1-5%.) I have a race next weekend in the same hilly park that gave me an injury last month, so I figured I would train the way I race, or whatever.

What blew me away about today's workout was how amazingly weak I was. I will blame the flu, since my world renowned iron will cannot be to blame. I shouldn't expect much considering how little I have trained this month but it is disheartening to struggle to simply keep my heart rate down rather than stride through the miles like I did a couple months ago. Honestly, I feel like a 190 pound man-gina. [No offense to vaginas, wonderfully powerful muscular organs of which I am a huge fan. It's just that calling myself a pussy sounds cliché.] It's like the work of the past three or four months has nearly evaporated. Worse, it feels like I am starting over.

Blue elf is discouraged. Blue elf needs beer.

Tags: workouts, running, jogging