That slightly hungover feeling from the night before, followed by your first long run in prep for the half marathon.
Bad, freakin bad idea people.
I didn't have that much to drink, but I had mixed. Hmm. Bad.
It looked warm, then I found the air was cold, I felt sick because I went out too fast. Then I heated up, there was Sunday afternoon traffic EVERYWHERE. I walked, I jogged, I walked, walked, jogged, then I just plain walked. Until the last bit, and I ran.
People, I was so glad to be home!
It's a nice day here, so i'm happy I was able to go about the local streets near my place and not freeze or be blown away.
I'm glad I pushed myself to do todays run, but I really do hope it gets better!