I forgot some stuffsss

Ok, so I've realized that I'm not ready for bed yet. I'm sitting here icing my ankle because I'm like super duper paranoid about injuries, and anytime anything hurts (especially a joint) even remotely, and it's not just the normal soreness kind of hurt, I ice it because the very last thing I want to happen is to find out that I can't run my race because I was stupid and not careful. So yeah, my ankle hurt so I'm icing it.
So today my run was excruciatingly difficult. That's extremely strange, seeing as yesterday I totally cheated my good old running schedule and only ran 2 miles plus some speed-work on my street. Seeing as my work out was fairly easy yesterday, I was pretty confident going into my 5 mile scheduled for today. The second I stepped foot out of the door into my run I felt like I had just run 10 miles, not 0. In fact, at the end of my last 10 mile run, I felt better than I did starting my little fiver. Anyway, I started super slow, like obnoxiously slow to the point where I was getting annoyed with myself because I wasn't getting anywhere. Sometimes when I first start a run, my legs seriously fight it with everything they have and I feel like turning around the second after I start. Then after about a mile in, they're all warmed up and feel better. I figured this would happen. It did not. My legs felt awful the entire time.

So here is what I have concluded. I seem to find that there is a direct correlation between my hard days and a few other variables. For instance, if I did not sleep well/enough the night before, my run is hard. If I didn't eat right, or drank a lot of pop/caffeine, my run is hard. But today, I didn't do that. I was really good with eating, and I didn't drink any pop (this is actually quite an accomplishment for me). Here's what I think it is. The kids in my Kindergarten class are like obsessed with trying to knock me over and like sit on my lap, and jump on my legs. I'm pretty sure that's why my run was hard. I always notice that on days when I spend a lot of time running around the gym with them, or when they decide it's funny to hurt my legs, or I give too many underdogs on the swings, I have a hard time running. So I've adopted this new policy where I refuse to run/push swings/allow children to sit on me when I know I have a big run ahead of me. Unfortunately, I forgot today and did all three. Boo.

But yeah I survived. Oh yeah, and go figure, I turned the corner to get home, and all of a sudden my legs were all "Oh yeah, we remember how to do this" and I seriously felt like I could run another couple of miles. I didn't want to strain myself though, so I didn't. Thanks a lot legs. Thanks a lot.