12 long became 14 long (The end of the trail is at 6.75 and 13.5 needs to round to 14) Tuesday
See previous post for the nitty-gritty details
5 easy became 6 easy (it felt easy!) Wednesday
I work on my kinks:
4 easy became 5 easy (I was with Flying Tomato and what's one extra mile among friends?) Friday
6 speed became 15 long (due to scheduling issues this upcoming week) Sunday
I don't spring out of bed. I'm tired. It's early and I feel creaky. And a bit cranky. I drink half a cup of watered down refrigerator coffee and a tiny bagel with peanut butter. I stand in front of the pantry trying to decide if I want more to eat.
I see a few likes of my T.S. Eliot tweet: Only those who risk going too far can possibly risk finding out how far one can go.
It is hovering near 70* which actually feels cool when I start. There is quite a bit of cloud cover and I am relieved to not have to worry about the death rays of summer this morning. I don't look at Penelope when she beeps at mile 1. I ignore her loud chirp interrupting one of the songs from my new (55 songs for $9.99!) Power Workout playlist at mile 2.
Just putting in the miles today.
I make a pit stop at the 3.5 mile marker. Sweat is dripping from my shoulders and elbows.
I suck down a Mandarin Orange Gu at mile 7ish and refill my water bottles. I chug 10 ounces on the spot and refill it once more.
The calories and hydration help. I feel a bit better for a few miles. I know I am running out of steam, but I lean my body forward and try to make my legs catch up. I look at one of the splits finally a see a 7 in the minute space.
I push through until I hear the 14th mile beep and slow down gently to a stop.
I take a warm shower and climb into a bath tub of ice. It melts quickly and I sit there until the water is almost room temperature. Like an addict, I climb into bed and read a few chapters of Running Away.