I had a horrible walk/run this morning.
I didn't even want to get out of bed....I just wanted to go back to sleep but I checked my phone and my friend Jen emailed me and said she was going for a run, so I got up.
I decided to check out the park by my house because it has a short path that goes through some woods and it's lit. I thought it could be an alternative for when it's snowy and wet outside since my favorite path is part dirt and I don't do mud.
It's not going to work out. My knees hated the concrete and I just couldn't get going. My pace was so slow and I just couldn't run. I came home after only a mile....
I couldn't figure out what my problem was because I've been eating pretty well (here's a slow carb recipe for you) and drinking some water (not as much as I should be....bad Connie).
Then my husband asked me a very important question.
He wanted to know if TOM was here.
I checked my iPhone app and all be a monkey's uncle. TOM is coming.
No wonder I feel like crap.