running is like a bad boyfriend.
One day everything goes really well, better than you were expecting and you are feeling optimistic about the future thinking "hey, I can do this!"
and then 3 days later is one of the worst days you've had in a long time and you once again hate it and see it as a lost cause.
today was one of the bad days. but just like a girl with daddy issues would run back to the boyfriend, I will be outside running again tomorrow..
when will I learn?