So maybe there’s some hope after all. I spent some of my morning reading my blog roll. I cannot tell you how motivating this is. Even if I don’t leave a comment, I *do* read each and every one of your blogs. I hit one in particular yesterday….
“MILES 13-18 Suddenly things took a turn, so to speak. I had lost that "essence of running" joy that I ramble on about on this blog and somewhere on one of the Newton Hills I started to get calf cramps in each leg and it was KILLING ME! I wanted to quit. I wanted to yell at the spectators! … I just kept thinking about something a "Mystery Coach" mentioned in their blog which carried me through this whole race. “Just when you think you only have 70% to give, dig deep because you really have about 30% more." So, I basically ran the rest of the race chanting this mantra with my right foot knotted up and my toes doing a "paraplegic" thing with every step. Truly, my foot was turned in and I was completely tweaking up through the calf. But I kept going. Remember? I still had 30% more to give”
And I’m sitting here complaining about some sore knees, tired legs, and a little rain. Thanks Meg. This is the kick in the butt I needed.
I headed out in the late afternoon and put in 5 miles. The weather was brisk (mid 50’s*) with a 15 mph headwind. It was tough to keep moving at times, but crap. What am I complaining about?
On tap today – some mile intervals. Gotta get them done….