6.2 miles. Got up with the fam., had 1/2 pc toasted ezekiel, downed a cup of coffee (dunno if that's recommended or not but whatever. I need my joe.) Hit the streets at about 7:45ish.. (can't believe I didn't look to see what time I started!) Wonderful Husband babysat the little one so it was just me and the open road.. or open sidewalk. I kicked ass. Man, I can't believe I actually finnished it without wussin out. AND to make a crazy story absolutely bonkers, I ran the whole damned thing. Stopped for water, once 'cause I couldn't remember which way to go (new route) and twice for stoplights. AND THAT'S IT.
My husband, the runner, the marathoner and relay racer, tried to pump me up this morning. I resisted. Pressure = nervous = fear of failure = me pussing out. Sweet as he is, he played it anyway. Eye of the Tiger. We laughed it off and danced around the living room with Babygirl. Well, I did get a little nervous, but as soon as I settled in to 'my pace,' I stomped those butterflies and kept on truckin'. I was feelin' pretty good too, until... I saw that I was coming upon a hill that was not big by any means, but one that I would have normally walked up, no questions asked. I'll be damned if that stinkin song didn't pound in to my head. I didn't think, "what was that song we listened to??" or "think of something else!" With that big first note (bum! bum bum bum! bum bum bum! bum bum bummmmmmmmmmmmm...) it came booming into my head and I charged that hill like Jason Street could if he had his legs back (Thank you, Friday Night Lights.) So, Thank You, Wonderful Husband.
Because without you, I sing songs from little beans tv shows while I run, and slowly lose my sanity.
AND I am running my first EVER race one week from today! A 10K, here in Fort Wayne, downtown.. Will post more info later.
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