Farrah the machine -hardly.

Todays goal: 3 mile speed work on the teadmill.
Warm up for 1 mile, then 1 minute on 9 mph, rest for 4 minutes on 6 mph and hit it again for a total of 6.

Would my body cooperate?
No!
Could i find my cute running pants that keep the junk in the trunk?
NO!
Could i run without stopping every 3 minutes?
NO!

The moaning and groaning comes from Saturdays perfect run and now this.
All 3 miles i kept on repeating, "you've got to be kidding me".

What really irks me is, I didn't wake up this morning saying, "Not feeling it today."
I was feeling it -all over.
When my body doesn't cooperate, it isn't a "what gives" feeling.
It's an all out war.

To punish it, i did an extra half mile and then another half mile at 4 mph on incline 12.
Take that!

Reflective thought for the day: Farrah you are not a machine. You are a human who deserves to have a bad hair day, a lousy attitude day, a fat day, and a bad running day. Go get em' tomorrow!