This sucks

This morning my DH suggested that we run together. We will go early and pace out the 3-mile tempo work run around the neighborhood. Great bonding time, I say...saves me a drive to the gym, I say. We do our .5 mile warm-up and we are tense already. I am frustrated that the dog is running in my way and then pulling left and right trying to figure out where she is in relationship to me and to the stroller. I am frustrated that Ben has the Garmin so I have no idea how fast or how far I am going to accurately pace myself...hence, I have to keep asking. I am at mile 1.5 and feel like my chest is going to explode. I keep getting more and more frustrated with my inability to run well (95% humidity and 85 degrees when we ran at 7:30AM.) so I keep getting a tone with Ben. I stop to catch my breath, Ben encourages me on. I stop again, Ben encourages me on. I stop again and Ben keeps going...I get irritated. I push on...I have to stop AGAIN to catch my breath, Ben calls me a quitter....run over.

I am not a quitter....but I did quit today. I gave up this morning but we did have words about his not so kind words. His idea of tough love is sometimes different than mine and while I was incredibly hurt that he said it, I understand that he thought he could push me through with that kind of tough love, I just don't respond to it like his soldiers do.

It is hard to feel like a failure though. I failed today. I couldn't finish....COULD NOT finish 3 miles. It was so tough this morning. Thank goodness tomorrow is an off day and this is a fairly easy week for me. I run no more than 3 miles on my run days, I will more than accomplish my walking on my off days and hopefully, I can find some time to do a little strength training, but if not, I am not terribly concerned. I am not a quitter....if I was, I would have quit this a long time ago.