Just one of those kinda days

I took Monday off to rest and spend the day with my girls since I was off of work and they were out of school.  On Tuesday I was ready to get back to it.  I packed a bag and made plans to stop at a local park on my way home from work to get in some time on the trails.  I love trail running, but with the time change happening soon, I fear my time of the trails are limited.  But as luck with have it, as I'm getting ready to change before leaving work I realized that I left my sports bra at home. My girls are not big by no means, but I have too much up top to be running unrestrained.  So running at the park was a no go.  Instead I head home to change and I'm stuck running the streets around my neighborhood.  Boo!

I set out on my run and I feel sluggish, I felt tight and a little sore.  I felt like I was having to push my self, but I felt really slow.  Then my Garmin beeps and I look down at my mile split.  8:06.  What?!?  I felt way slower than that.  But I kept pushing along, hoping that at some point I would start to enjoy this run. The weather was fantastic.  Overcast, 68 degrees, and little bit of wind, just enough to cool you off.  By time my watched beeped again I was at 8:09.  I still couldn't believe it.  I couldn't believe I could be going so fast but felt so slow.  Mile 3 was even tougher.  I came to the big hill out on the dirt road.  It's not a real steep hill, but it seems to go on forever.  So that mile pace dropped off a bit at 8:31.  Surprisingly, in mile 4 mile my legs started loosen up and bit and I felt good.  However that feeling was too good to be true.  While I ran mile 4 at 8:02, I started to fall apart after that.  I'm really not sure what happened, but my right foot seemed to stop communicating with the rest of my leg.  Despite over concentrating on making my foot hit the pavement and going heel to toe, my foot just kept landing flat-footed and I felt like it was just flopping around.  It was the most bizarre thing.  My arch in the right foot started to tighten up and started to get a little painful.  Then I started to panic.  I spent way too much time (not to mention money) in physical therapy to help with plantar fasciitis for it to come back now.  Luckily, I was only about a half a mile from home and it was all down hill.  As soon as my watch beeped and a hit mile 5 I stopped.  I usually will kick it into the driveway even if I'm over my mile goal.  But not today.  I had to make the pain stop.  I limped back to the house.  Immediately took my shoes off and started icing my foot.  I iced my arches, the top of my foot, my ankles, and all the way up my shin and even my knee.  Too much ice never hurt anybody and I had no idea what happened out there on my run, so I was playing it safe.  Today my arch is a little tender, but my foot in general seems fine.  

On another note, my run was filled some of the most interesting smells.  Some good, some bad and some very bad. I passed a cow pasture, which smelled lovely.  Then someone grilling out dinner.  I love the smell of a charcoal grill, especially when it has food on it.  Then a few rotting road-kills.  But the worst offender was the garbage truck that I got behind.  They would be a little a head and stop for a pick-up, I would catch up to the truck and then they would pull ahead to another house for pick-up.  This went on for probably a mile.  It was horrible. 
Now if I had not forgotten my sports bra I wouldn't have to face any funky smells. 

But sometimes you just have one of those day.