I have felt this way before and I am sure I will again, the feeling that getting out there, even if it does not go well, is better than not going at all.

I went out for my run this morning, I was about a mile in and had to call it quits and go home.  My lower back was screaming at me, and then on my way home, I well, got a little sick, to put it lightly.  I have had runs that were not great, this is the first time I really let pain and nausea stop me in my tracks.  Considering that I have been tired, nauseated, and stuffy the rest of the day, it was probably for the best.

I will be going to boot camp tomorrow, not going to let one bad day stop me.  Today though I rested most of the day and did some stretches for my back.

I do not have much else today, doing a little wallowing in my decision to stop this morning.  Just going to remind myself that tomorrow morning after boot camp I will once again feel like a bad ass!

Until tomorrow…