BIG PIMPIN' (glad to have such a logical theme)
Big Pimpin. The way I roll.
What? Since WHEN???
Since now? Yeah!
|Nice gloves there ya tool.... 10 miles. OK|
|How I felt about the first 5... UGH...|
Time to man up around here if I intend to run 26.2 mother trucking miles in 14 weeks and not embarass myself terribly. Which could happen even if I do train like a boss. I embarass myself on a daily basis because I'm pretty much an clumsy doofus....!
It was a pretty great day to run- 49 degrees and downright damp. Hence, the tights made a comeback along with gloves that probably belong to one of my second grade students. I wore my rainy day shoes which have 1200 miles on them (no lie) and my feet are a rather bloody mess now- bad choice (will remember that...)
The first 3 miles were an agonizing death march. Just awful. Legs junk. I felt incompetent. Inept. Impotent, even... Downright dreadful. Appalingly agonizing. Horribly Horrendous. I could continue indefinately with the alliteration but will cease in order to try to keep everyone from unfriending me.
What the hell? OK here's the hell: Had a long week. It was not that fun. Kinda tired... Wore heels last night for a long-ish time and that always kills me... Had almost 2 days off (early, early run on Friday- this run was on Sunday mid-Day). Took a bit just to get going but THEN, things were GOOD. Like, really good considering that 15 miles is about 14 too many no matter how you look at it! I was pretty pleased with clumsy, uncool self. Went home and sat on some frozen veg and contemplated my fabulocity (that line of though lasted point two seconds then I thought geeky thoughts about nerdy things per the norm...)
I might be able to do this.