Total time: 30 minutes
Total distance: 2.06 miles
After such a positive experience at the lake the previous day, I decided to head back out and give it another go. Part of me was pushing for doing another lap again, while the other part of me was toying with the idea of attempting the longer route. I didn't really decide until I reached the point where I would have had to cross the bridge, and then I decided to stick with the perimeter again.
I'm not sure what happened today. I'm not sure whether it was the fact that I was running two days in a row - which I've done before, though I'm not sure the distance was ever this ambitious... which leads me to my other theory, is that my brain got incredibly psyched out by said distance that it panicked. Either way, I was having a very difficult time. I was going slow again, I was ready to quit with every step, and suddenly everything was miserable and awful. I was eagerly anticipating the magic point that I had reached the day before, when the second half of the run seemed easier and smoother, but it didn't happen. It continued to suck, and I eventually came to terms with the fact that I probably wasn't going to make it the whole distance.
It was close; I at least made it to the thirty minute mark. But that's as far as I could go. My pace was incredibly disappointing, too - it hasn't been this slow since I was first starting out. I posted my usual post-run photo collage, with the heavy hearted caption: I am literally getting slower every day. Not even the power of the orange sweatband could help me this time.
My neighbor tried to suggest that it was the humidity, which was nice of him, but I think I'm just getting worse. It's pretty disheartening.