Yesterday I went to the Y and ran, just for fun. I put on my running playlist (which is rapidly losing my interest) and ran to all the good songs. Well, for the most part I ran, the rest of my time was spent trying to dodge 40 something year old women who never outgrew high school and were intent on being as rude as humanly possible to 'the fat girl'. Really? You and your buddies in your matching outfits are going to take up the ENTIRE track at the local YMCA and give death stares and exasperated huffs to the other people trying to use the track as well? Really?
Look here ladies: this is my only time of the day to be Ashley. My only time to myself, this is my therapy while I can't afford therapy, this is MY TIME and you and your blatant disregard for others is NOT going to spoil it for me. Hear that? That is someone who is old enough to be your CHILD telling you to learn some manners and have some empathy for those around you. Is that so hard? I guess it is.
*Phew* I feel better. And worse. My right knee (the one that clicks) is sore today. I iced it earlier, that helped some. I haven't decided if I'm going to do intervals today.
Part of me thinks that in order to train efficiently you cant skip workouts for every ache and pain.
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