Today I decided I was going to push myself. I haven't completed a run longer than 6 miles since last winter...yes, LAST winter.
Today, I was going to run at least 8 miles. At this point in my training speed isn't really important to me, especially in longer runs. I just wanted to cover 8 miles on my own two feet.
So, I pulled on my favorite running shorts, double layered my deodorant, downloaded some new jams and was off- slow and steady.
Well, after about 1.5 miles I started to feel like a had to use the toilet. No, not number one, but number two. Any other runners out there can understand how awful this feeling is, especially when there isn't a toilet in sight or an acceptable place to pull over and do your business. I would have settled for bushes, but not even this was available.
The stubborn person I am decided to keep running, rather than turn around, run home, do my thing, and leave again. I knew that if I stepped through the front door, I would not be leaving again.
Besides, no pain, no gain. Right?
Anyway, I pushed myself forward. At the half way point a bug flew in my eye (which is kinda funny since this happened to Aaron two days ago). I could not get this stupid thing out!
And it hurt! I tried to find it and pick it out, but luck just was not on my side. That bug was there to stay until I got home.
Thankfully, right when this happened I got to turn around. I was on my way home! The hardest part was over!
I was wrong.
First, I almost twisted my ankle. Thankfully this didn't really happen, so no biggie.
After about five and a half miles I took a nose dive into the concrete. My first reaction was, shit! I hope no one saw that.
Thankfully no one was walking or driving by to witness such a sloppy runner. I didn't have to deal with the, "Oh man, I saw that! Are you ok? That looked pretty bad!".
That is the worst.
After I made sure no one was watching, I did notice that my knee and elbow were indeed scratched up. Just add these to my list of scares covering my body. Aren't I getting to old to fall all over the place?
Anyway, I made it home in one piece which is really all that matters. I ran about seven miles and walked about one and a half. Despite the problems along the way, I feel great (at least I will once my eye stops hurting).
But, not all was bad...
|I'm loving the changing colors. So pretty.|
|This horse is always so friendly. Every time I run by, he'll come run over to me to say hi!|
|I have never seen a horse caution sign like this. I like it!|
The rest of the day I plan on watching, Masterpiece Classics: Downtown Abbey.
Do you have any terrible (or great) running stories??