After another night without sleep, because my little guy decided to make my morning 10 mile run just that much more challenging, I woke up...um, a little late to start my run. Once I finally got going I have to admit I couldn't for the life of me remember what I was dreading about my run. The sun was coming up, the ground was covered in dew, and the smell of the air...was NASTY... oh yes, it was trash day in our little neighborhood and everyone had certainly put out their finest smelling garbage this lovely Saturday morning. Instead of fresh, crisp Fall air that happens to be one of my favorite smells, I got a whiff of dirty diapers and rotten food every 30 feet or so.
As disgusting as trash day on my run was I will admit that the smells permeating from the trash bins did help me forget about how far I had to go and how far I had already gone. I did have one moment where my body really wanted to stop, my joints were aching and I didn't feel like I had anything left around 9 miles but I thought...ONE MORE MILE...I can deal with anything for one mile! After it was over I felt surprisingly energized and actually had a very productive day, but a little later when my best friend asked me if I could feel my legs all I could respond with was, yes, I could feel them but I really wished I couldn't because I was pretty sore...
*Mental status remains positive and my head is still in the game, but unfortunately I think I'm going to be a little sore tomorrow.*
Song of week is cheesy but appropriate: Don't Stop Believin'
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