This morning I awoke with a heavy heart – as I do each and every September 11th. I lack the words to adequately explain all the feelings from that day, so I’ll let those more eloquent that I do so (see here and here – warning: the second link will make you cry at your desk). Let me just say that one this day, I will strive extra hard to be kind, to be grateful and to be present in the day. Won’t you do the same?
In other news, today I failed to listen to what I know is true in terms of fueling my runs. I have learned that in order to have a successful 5+ mile run, I need to wake up 30 minutes before the run and eat. Usually a 1/2 piece of bread with a bit of peanut butter. I know this. But sometimes I forget. Like on this trip – I forgot to bring my pre-run fuel. And then I ran 6 miles. 6 hilly miles all around Portland, ME. And then I wanted to die because (shockingly!) the shot bloks were not enough fuel to get me through the run. I made it through – with decent enough splits…but it didn’t feel good and that’s a terrible feeling. Even worse is that I know better. I should do better!
Lesson learned. It was a beautiful and solemn run even with the bonking near the end.
How are you remembering 9/11? What’s your pre-run fuel like?