The beast has been fighting hard lately. I had to send a message, both to the beast and to myself. A message that I’m legit, that I’m not a quitter. Most people coming off 10 days of smoking and drinking while nursing a sprained ankle would probably start with a small run of 2 or 3 miles. I am not most people. I am extreme in everything I do. If you’ve ever seen me play cards, I win big or go home early. So there I was yesterday on a 10 mile run.
The run started out fine. The ankle got loose pretty quick. My breathing wasn’t right from all the smoking, but it was good enough. For some reason I was running faster than usual. My first 4 miles clicked off at a very quick pace. I wasn’t having many issues at all for the first 8-8.5 miles. And it felt so good to be out there again.
Around the 8.5 mile mark I hit a wall. I haven’t been slammed like this in a while. The 90 degree hit took its toll on me. I’m sure the quick pace didn’t help either. I was a complete mess. I wanted to puke. Luckily for me, at mile 9 there is a brand new bus terminal. I went in the terminal, regrouped. I sat in the a/c for 3 minutes, filled my water bottle up and poured cold water on myself.
The last mile home was brutal. But it was also complete!!
So, to my friend the Beast- FUCK YOU! I’m Back
Keep the Faith!!
Rossman
Song of the day-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3MXiTeH_Pg
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