
It was grey, cold, and drizzly (very MISTY) - my favorite kind of running weather. I finished it a bit slower than I'd like, but I ran the whole way, my quads screaming obscenities that only I could hear.
Whatever I had left in the way of strength, stamina, and energy after yesterday's embarassment is now gone. Whipped, I am. I haven't been this tired and out of it since the last time I took a whole load of cold medicine. Usually this level of relaxation comes as a high price. Today it was free. I'm headed up for a soak and a nap.
you go girl. are you sure you're not a masochist?
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Great job! I was supposed to run for 90 minutes on Sunday, but I gave up at 55 (the problem with multi-loop courses that go past one's house).
ReplyDeleteI'll never keep up with you at this rate!