So I do my "long run" on Saturdays in my training schedule for the half in Sept. I'm a recovering headphones addict and have been doing all of my runs sans ear buds. However, when my usual running partner called to tell me she couldn't join me for the 6 miles we had scheduled yesterday, I freaked (internally). Not because she couldn't be there, but because I knew that listening to myself breathe and my feet striking the ground for 6 miles was a mental challenge I wasn't up to. See, I get superbly exhausted listening to my lungs and feet! Truly, its a mental thing, my body really isn't tired, but mentally I'm ... eh... not half-marathon material yet.
So yep, I wore the buds, left at 7:15am, and headed out alone. I felt sort of liberated. Mostly because I was kid-free for an hour, but also because it was early, I was out with the stragglers in the deer herd that live near the trail, and it was cool and breezy. With an empty food catcher and only about 1 cup of water drank I took off.
53 minutes later I heard Lance Armstrong pierce through the buds to tell me I'd reached my goal and run my fastest 6 miles yet. Lance and I are like this (crossing fingers). No we aren't, I'm lying. I like to pretend though!
The side of fries? At about mile 5.5, I see a adolescent beaver next to the trail (a crushed McD's bag nearby) and he has a french fry hanging out of his mouth...just staring at me. I felt like we needed to talk, but I was making good time and didn't have any spare seconds for a lecture or a picture...although both would've been epic.
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