This one time, I ran 13.1 miles. In the dark. By myself. Well, with 500 other people or so but no one that I knew. It hurt. The last couple of miles were kind of like death. Or something painful.
But.
There were glow sticks. I saw two shooting stars. I had a flashy baton thingy.... which after an hour and a half drove me completely crazy. Water and Powerade ended up being delicious. It was awesome and I got a medal in the end.
That's not the crazy part. The crazy part is that even though I needed to take ibuprofen for the next two days, even though I had four blisters at the end of it, even though I was exhausted the next day and my legs killed... I plan on running another in October. Also, I may or may not have looked up a training schedule for a marathon. And prospective marathon dates.
I'd be lying if I said I liked running.... um.... I don't get it.
No comments:
Post a Comment