Although tomorrow is race day, l went out there to the concrete jungle for some shake out, which resulted a run, not so much fun.
No pacing, l told myself, just try out these volt babies on the foot, new flyknit racers. Beauties. But. However. Whatever. I hated the run.
I felt l wasnt really running but rather stayed the same place and just jumped around.
But l just kept going, because the shoes were awesome no matter how heavy the legs were.
Streching was essential afterwards, and drinking drinking drinking. This time, water!
Weather is all about heat, and l could hardly breath. I guess this is called summer.
Tomorrow will be fun and fine and i will be a f**king badass powerwoman!!!! – mantra for now