I ran tonight. Our little Thursday evening running group headed out to do 10k. 250m into it and I was already wheezing like I smoked a pack a day. What is up with me? Is it because I donated blood yesterday and am still wiped out from it? Fortunately Sydney was nice enough to offer to cut the route short a little bit with me and get 5k in. I suffered the whole way. The hardest part is that I thought I had turned a bit of a corner with my running but I guess sometimes it just gives you a kick in the ass. Sydney compared it parenting. Just when you think that you've got the kids figured out, they throw you a curve ball and you're back to square one.
So for tonight it's running - 1, tri like mary - 0