The running is going... okay. I'm frustrated because I don't feel as comfortable with my mileage as I would like. My standard run now is 6 miles, which is good. Except that 6 miles used to be kind of my base run. It was a mindless effort, it was standard. Right now, I'm still having to push to get 6 miles out of myself, coaxing myself to the end. So it's frustrating that I'm still feeling so out of shape.
But I am working at it, getting out to run consistently, improving my times little by little. This morning I did my longest run since I started training again, completing a 7 mile run in a decent time.
As I neared the end of my run this morning, a little past mile 6, I passed two guys on the trail eating little fast food sandwiches. One of the guys called out as I passed "You go, girl" in a mocking tone and they broke out into laughter.
In my head I shouted "How far did you run this morning, a-hole?", and "Way to chow on that hoagie, guy", and "Shut your cake-hole, jerk." But really I just put my head down and tried not to cry.
It's amazing how, even as a 28-year-old, some dude with something rude to say can still make me feel like I'm in middle school. Can still make me feel like a fat clumsy oaf. Can make me feel ashamed.
That's why it makes me so angry when guys honk or yell at me when I run. Not because I'm angry as an objectified woman. But because it makes me self-conscious and sad.
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