A very cold engine

Even more sad running stats:

Tuesday
Miles: 3.75
Average pace: 15 minutes per mile!!!

I felt like my heart was going to fling itself from my chest after just a quarter of a mile and so I stopped and walked every quarter mile or so. It was terrible. It's weird, but I think in some ways my earlier training made me a mental wimp. Having experienced the ease of running six miles w/ barely any increase in breathing or muscle fatigue made pain a surprise. I was too wimpy to deal w/ starting this cold running engine again after my, mostly, two month hiatus. Sure, I could surge forth in a four mile race, but try to run around my neighborhood? Nope.
The minute I felt that stretching feeling in my heart and my chest heaving, I thought, what the?? and stopped.

When I first started running, though, I remember now that that was what every mile felt like and it was my mind not my body that kept me running--well the one part of my mind barking the wimpy side to stand down and give way to training. This feeling is training, I would tell myself.

So, with firm resolve, I planned to run four miles w/out stopping no matter what my breathing, lungs, legs did. Didn't happen.

Here's the stats
Wednesday
miles: 2.75
Average pace: 13 miles per minute

This time I only stopped to walk/stretch three times and made sure I ran at least an entire mile first but I was done after 2.75 miles. I warmed the engine up some more but not nearly as much as I wanted to.

Tonight is TNR. The group plans to run a six mile route that I am going to cut into a four mile route by cutting across 12 mile to main street. I bet they still get to Farmers Market before me.

Okay. I am taking hold of my brain right now and I will drink lots oh water. I will NOT stop running until I have at least gone four miles.