the run that wouldn’t end
I was tired all day. Tired and creaky. The barometric pressure has been dropping and I always “feel it” when that happens.
It was warm today. Hallelujah for that but it made for a lot of melting snow. Ten minutes into the run, my feet were cold and soaked and the footing got worse and worse and worse.
Every step of that 90 minute run was five times more difficult than it should have been. Imagine running in six inches of sand – only you never know which way the sand will collapse under you. Right, left, front, back or a combination of directions. My calves hurt, my achilles were screaming and even my knees complained a bit.
Awful.
Winter has certainly decided to test my stick-to-it-ness. Even though I swore outloud for a good 60 out of those 90 minutes today, winter is not going to win.
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Tuesday December 05, 2006 @
I read these posts slack jawed. I just cannot believe you keep going and going and going. You deserve a medal.