I told myself I had about 3 good miles before my legs would give out. That’s almost exactly how long I lasted. The question is, did I give up at 3 miles because I sort of told myself I would? Or was it actually all I could do to even make it that far? I tend to believe it’s a whole lot more of column A than column B. Sure, I pushed hard on my ride yesterday, but it was a short ride. And sure, I did jumping jacks, wall sits, push-ups, lunges, and squats before I ran today, but those exercises mostly just warmed me up. So I’m not blaming the huge bowl of pho I ate late last night. I’m blaming my mental breakdown. At least I didn’t allow myself to walk all the way back, right?

On my way back I hit a red light that stayed red forever. I thought about crossing against the red, but there were a ton of cars waiting to turn left, and a ton of cars waiting to cross exactly where I needed to run. I kept pressing the crosswalk button, and the cars kept rolling back and forth trying to trigger it, but it just refused to change. It was pretty upsetting. One of these days I need to find a route where I can run without even the possibility of hitting a red light.