Crappy Run

It seems like the stars were perfectly aligned today to keep people off the street, out of the muggy humidity, and on their couches/beds getting fat and lazy.

I had a date at 6am this morning.

I almost slept through it... and so did everyone else!

I woke up to my alarm 20 minutes after it was supposed to go off - 5:45 am - "OH MY GOD i'm going to be late and they're all going to start the run without me!" I leaped out of bed and threw on my pre-planned running clothes (i don't typically function well at the crack of dawn) I yanked Erik up to come with me and we drove like maniacs to meet up with my little 4 person Tues/Thurs. running group. We were 10 minutes late and not a car in site... "where is everyone" As I later discovered not one but 2 other people also had the EXACT same dilemma yet missed their alarms completely! How weird is that? It was a sign, I shouldn't have gotten up, I shouldn't have gone running (no one should ever have to get up that early anyway) and it became all too clear for me during the run...
A four mile loop -not too bad, a little hilly but certainly manageable, I did the same route on Tuesday with no trouble at all. It's no walk in the park that's for sure but it's refreshing! Not so today. My legs felt like lead and breathing was a way too difficult chore. I was honestly having the hardest time with this run. I stopped to walk TWICE, which is just shameful and couldn't even keep a tortoise pace. I thought about it long and hard while wheezing and drooping all run long and the only big difference between Tues. and Thursday was that Tues. I ate a 1/2 of banana and this morning I was running on an empty tank. It seems crazy that it would make that much difference but I think that was it. It was a horrible run, really frustrating and disheartening. Its good to be able to have some trial and error and figure out what your body needs to perform optimally but COME ON BODY - give me a little something to work with at least. I didn't wake up and expect to be a ironman runner BUT at least a little better than the sad excuse for a runner that was out there on the trail this morning!
So, in conclusion, I have realized that a crappy morning run translates to a crappy grueling day. I don't like this equation and I'd like to have a word with the mathematician that discovered it.
Do you think it's wrong to just rest my head on my desk for a small cat nap? My response to anyone who challenges me on this? YOU TRAIN FOR A MARATHON.