Hill sprints was...okay... For whatever reason, Beth dragged me all the way to Tufts (we had to take the subway to get there) and we ran up this low incline hill 10 times. It was surprisingly difficult; of course there just had to be an Oympic athlete running up and down our very hill without resting for the entire hour that we were there. Jealous!

The next day we surprised ourselves and ran two 9 minute miles (fastest yet). But only two. And we didn't do any abwork after, either.

Today was a nightmare for me. I'm so disappointed in myself. We were supposed to run 5 miles, but I just wasn't feeling it. I was having a LOT of trouble catching my breath...had pains under my ribs...just couldn't go on. I told Beth to finish without me, which she did...like a champion. I had to walk the rest of the way back. I felt so physically sick that I couldn't even bring myself to jog even a little bit.

I felt a little better when I got back and realised that I had run about 4 miles before stopping (and only walked 1.5), but I'm still fighting the feeling of utter defeat. How dare my body betray me like this!?

I just booked a flight to Colorado to run in the 10K (6 mile) road race in a month's time...but now I am seriously doubting my ability to run long distances. I'm not sure what I can do to address this, but I'll have to do something. And soon.