September 16, 2018
5.17 Miles in 49:05
Mood: A brief bout of monumental discouragement.
Soundtrack: Oasis "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?" / The Oh Hellos "Dear Wormwood"
Wash Park is usually my happy place, but it was less so on Sunday morning. I don't mean to sound overly dramatic, but I may have had a tiny bit of a major melt down on this run. I have never been so discouraged by a run. My time was actually deceivingly fast per mile, but I couldn't sustain any long runs and I felt zapped. I was getting more discouraged than I have felt in years. It was having a mini-existential crisis for a bit. It was legitimately depressing for awhile.
Then I got home, and realized that my blood sugar was low, and likely had been for awhile, which almost certainly led to this severe ennui. Having a low blood sugar is much like when Harry Potter sees a dementor, it saps your strength and all your positive thoughts and leaves you feeling week and powerless. Oddly, in both seeing a dementor and having a low blood sugar, the cure to that awful feeling is eating chocolate.
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