Today I was to do a short 4 miles, and in those 4 miles, run 3 hills all out. Well, those that have run the cross country trails at Davidson College know that there are 3 (+ a few more) hills right at the beginning, and then it levels out into a nice figure eight type loop where you can repeat for as long as you want before you make the trek back. My game plan was to get these 3 hills all out and out of the way so I could settle into a nice pace for the remaining 3 miles. Well. I ran the hills all out and out of the way, but I never did settle.
I was never able to catch my breath, foaming at the mouth and gasping for air! Well, there was no actual foam, but I did have to spit. I couldn't really enjoy the scenery
|this was the view AFTER the hills of hell.|
|goats "hired" to keep the kudzu under control|
or watch the goats watch me pass by. I was cold, I was tired, my ears hurt from the wind and I couldn't catch my breath.
At about at mile 2.5, I wanted to stop. Who would it hurt? Who would know? The answer? Me. Then I asked myself. "How in the hell are you going to get through 13.1 miles in April, when you can't get through 4 miles today?" And then I answered. "You're going to get through 13.1 because you are going to get through these 4 today."
So, I put on my big girl panties, picked up the pace and finished my 4. No more, no less, and I got the hell out of Dodge. So. Here I am, alive to run another day. I made it through. It's not always easy, but rest assured that it is ALWAYS worth it.
What makes it worth it? Today, it was a hot shower, jambalaya and my winnie pooh pajamas.
Good night Friends. See you out in the trenches!