Me: Guys we’re gonna run 6 miles today…are you ready?
Feet: We’re ready
Lungs: I can take whatever you dish out
Stomach: Um…yeah…about that…do you remember how many beers you had last night?
Me: Yeah, but I drank A LOT of water yesterday and so far for today.
Stomach: Yeah, I remember that too…but do you realize what you just ate?
Me: Yeah, a peanut butter and jelly bagel.
Stomach: No, you idiot. Not what you had for breakfast, but what you just had for lunch!
Me: Oh, pizza??
Stomach: So, you don’t see any problem with your fuel consisting of pizza and beer?
Me: No, why do YOU have a problem?
Stomach: Nope. I’m ready if you are…. (secretly snickering to himself).
And so, I paid dearly for those 6 miles. Although I did use my head and stop and walk everytime I tasted a little throwup, next time I should realize that my stomach is smarter than my head. Or next time, I should just use my head and not drink beer and/or eat greasy pizza before a run…and I know that comment above was gross, but I wanted you to get the full effect of my misery....
But, on a positive note I did run the 6 miles. It took me forever. Or at least it felt like it took me forever. But the important thing is that I didn’t give up. Cause I’m no quitter.
And so I fulfilled my goal of 13 miles last week. Chump mileage on most scales, but to me it is monumentous in light of what I’ve been through. Okay, so it does feel like chump mileage to me…I’m trying to use reverse psychology on myself to motivate me for 16 this week…hey, whatever it takes right?
Oh, and tomorrow is the anniversary of my very first run ever. Crazy, huh? In one year, I’ve quit smoking, torn my pereneal (sp?) tendon, ran a marathon, and broken my foot. I’ve been one busy girl! To commemorate “the best day ever” I will run 4 miles. The exact same mileage I ran on that first day! clickhere to read "Day #1"