owie

Ohmygoodness.

In one week from today-- from right now-- I will be done with this half marathon business-- thank goodness! I have ALREADY learned my lesson about not training. The anxiety alone about plodding along for thirteen endless miles is enough to make me swear to never pull this stunt again. However, since I really like to be at least mentally prepared for what I'm about to face, I decided to run 13 miles today. Holy cow. I used MapMyRun.com to map out a route. I ran north just a little bit, then east to the lake, then south along the lake for a long time, then turned around and came back. I think I shouldn't even say "ran" it was a slow and awkward shuffle. Especially on the second leg of the journey-- my legs HURT and when you add a double limp and extreme pigeon toes into an already awkard shuffle... shoot, it's just not pretty. Needless to say I did return and it took me far longer than I will ever be ready to admit. I knew I needed to walk around a little bit afterwards to kind of cool down, but I could barely even walk! As I sort of swayed and tripped along, I thought 'What if I don't even recover from this escapade before next Saturday?!' So we'll see. I am grateful that it didn't rain and that the wind wasn't TOO bad.
More later probably.