Eight miles truly kicked my ass. It was such a perfect day for a run. It was cool, there was dew on the ground, and there were enough slugs/snails on the running trail to serve as a parade of sorts. A parade to remind me how pitifully slow I run.
I think there were points in the run in which it could not be said I was running. But I managed to pass all of the snails! Go me!
I also passed two dead snakes and two dead toads/frogs. Oh boy, am I on a roll!
At about the one mile to go mark, I was greeted by one of our coaches. She had been running with another group (a faster group) and wanted to come back to help me get back. We talked while I ran....
...And she walked.
That's right. I was upset when Ellen walked beside me for that brief moment. But I didn't seem to care that Katie was walking next to me. Truth be told, she was not sauntering. She was walking at a pretty good clip, as walking goes. But she was walking.
And I was so damn tired, I just wanted that last mile to end. I did pick it up for the last tenth. For some reason I always find some energy in my reserves. God only knows how.
Katie did keep reassuring me that I was doing fine. I shouldn't worry about running slowly, etc. Thank you for that!
What am I going to do when I have to run ten miles next week?
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