Today my excuses were: My family is in town and I don't want to be away for three hours, my legs are incredibly sore from one uping my sister on lazy mountain, I have a nasty festering blister from wearing my sisters shoes on lazy mountain, and I wasn't sure I could. But for some reason this morning my mind changed its tune after my last post. I decided I would run as far as my legs would carry me and then I could call it quits. So in the wee hours of the morning after my love left for work and everyone else still snored I dug around the house and found mole skin to bandage up my heel. I packed my bag with gatorade, gels, and graham crackers (doesn't it seem like you should eat real food if you're running that long?) I had to trick my poor pup with a treat so she wouldn't bark and wake the whole house begging to come. I slipped out the back door without her and with some difficulty coaxed my whiney legs into a slow trot. I felt suprisingly AWESOME! I just kept going and going and going. I fully expected myslef to turn around at the 2 mile mark but it just felt so good to move around the stiff legs. It was as if I was telling them "Man up sissy legs! This is gonna be hard so no more complaining" Granted I wasn't the fastest runner that day but it didn't matter. The sky was clear, the air was sweet, and sweat trickled down my forhead. I am alive and happy. My ipod even seemed to notice the mood I was in and played a little of this:
It made my smile crack wide. (The video is pretty funny too)
I run with the mooses
Flowys. What are these called? Anyone?
Wishes
Brand new day
Go life :)
i wanna' be you. but: since i cannot be you, i appreciate your letting me live vicariously through your photos and feelings.
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