I ran a 9 mile loop last night. The first 2.5 miles were lackluster. I could not warm up and had to stop and walk up some of the hills. I just did not have it in me. I kept cursing at the hill as if it would flatten out for me. I was questioning my resolve. I noticed myself getting mad, not my normal running feeling. I recalled ago…you are doing this; no one has a gun to your head telling you to run late into the night. So I paused my cursing and blaspheming deciding to make margaritas out of lemons. Walk/sprint intervals up the hills and just get though them. I changed my mental attitude and saw fatigue as an opportunity. It made the miles go and lifted my spirits. I had never really hit “the wall” before, but I am assuming that’s more or less what it feels like but on a greater scale, i.e. I hit a fence. I just have to log this experience and keep on going. Left right left right left.