The Charles River run didn't happen...I overslept that morning but did manage to squeeze in two workouts in the teeny weeny hotel gym. Bummed as we don't have a reason to go back to Boston any time soon so not sure when I'll be able to make that storied run.
Even though I regularly tell Shannon not to force make-up runs, I did a make-up run today. I needed to put that 6-miler. I won't lie; I fear not putting in enough long runs and then dying on the race course.
Today's run was ugly, long, painful, lonely and more importantly, done!
Breakdown of the miles:
Mile 1 / both shins are tight and revolting with each stride
Mile 2 / feet are heavy and ankles twisted awkwardly a few times
Mile 3 / "Jesus, why is this so freakin' hard?"
Mile 4 / "Jesus, I can't feel my left butt cheek. Serious? My butt is numb?"
Mile 5 / fastest mile of the day; worked hard to keep pace up (13.5 minute / mile)
Mile 6 / losing it towards the end; forgot what letter came before "q" in the alphabet
Am proud that I ran (okay, at least jogged) up all the hills and stuck with it even after I lost my mind and feeling in my buttocks.
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