Kinda.Really.Truly. Almost died. Yeah, yeah, the run was terrible and I hurt really bad and kinda wanted to die, but I Really Almost Died Today. I Really Kinda Truly was Almost FLATTENED by a Tour Bus/RV. We're talking arms FlaiLing, me half-Leaping half-being Blown down into an embankment over large pools of water. Yeah, it was spectacular. AND of Course, NO, there was NOT someone in the other lane preventing him from moving over to Not Nearly FLATTEN the girl jogging in the bRight Red shirt and Whiiiite hat. Don't Even pretend like you didn't see me mister. I've had some close, unnerving calls before folks, but This was Something Else. Near Death, I tell you.
So, obviously I ran today. I felt awwwful. I didn't want to do it. I've been fighting this nagging cold/allergy/something nasty all week and I just felt bad. I laid in my hammock, wrapped in a fleece blanket, book in hand, and Finally convinced myself that I HAD to do my long run for the week. It was a very depressing moment. Thank goodness Superwoman made me pancakes this morning.
I had originally planned on running 12 miles today. The cold/allergy/something nasty started to change my mind about that earlier in the week. And even laying in my hammock this afternoon, I considered just doing 8 miles. But I convinced myself that it was OK to just maintain this week, but that I was not going to move backwards. So I did 10 miles. A Legit, honest, hard, somewhat hilly, 10 miles in one hour and 43 minutes. At mile 7, I told myself that if I could just make it to mile 8, then I would let myself finish the last 2 miles however I could; walk, crawl, skip... The last half of mile 7 was a slow incline, for.half.a.mile. So when I reached the top of the incline and 8 miles, I convinced myself I could make it and that life wasn't so bad.
It hurt. I hurt. I soaked in ice-cold water for ten minutes, showered, and then at some goat cheese and "chicken of the woods" pizza that Superwoman and I shared from the *amazing* Harvest Table http://www.meadowviewfarmersguild.com/HarvestTable.html.
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