So this morning, I was out of bed on time for a 6:00 AM run. I stayed up much too late watching The Hangover. If you are going to stay up too late to watch anything, I have to recommend The Hangover. I laughed long and hard and confession: I am watching it again as I type.
Anyway, I set my Saturday morning alarm clock for 5:24 AM. This gives me plenty of time to get on my running outfit, have a cup of tea and wrap myself up in my polar fleece blanket for the ride to the park. Now, I drive to Percy Warner park to run from Franklin and you would think it would take longer, but it's like an 11 minute drive at anytime pre-6AM. The stoplights are are still flashing yellow, and there is absolutely no traffic. Usually, I listen to loud music and envision myself running like a cross between Chariots of Fire and myself filled with glee as a child.
I was scheduled for a 20 mile run this morning, and I arrived completely ready for it. I had snacks and Dr. Pepper chap stick packed into the zippered compartment on my shirt. My first three and a half miles were reasonable, and then we met back at the gates to pick up the 6:30 AM group. We ran into the hills to do the 11.2, and I just fell apart. I've had a nagging cough, and it I started feeling like I couldn't get a deep breath of air in my lungs. I actually walked the last hill.
I was running with Robbie, and my social skills flew out the window. I babbled about so many many things. You know, when you do a long run, you are with a person for so long. It is almost like a really intense date, with no food or movie to break up the time.
If I ever go back to graduate school for another masters (which I never will because once was more than enough), and I have to write another thesis (which is honestly a fate second only to a death sentence) I am going to focus on a pilot study of the inverse relationship of social skills and a long distance run. It always seems like the longer I run the more I prattle. Once on a twenty mile run, I found myself gravely discussing my high school prom with a fifty year old man. It is embarrassing. I must improve myself in this regard.
Anyway, I ended up cutting my run short and stopping after 15 miles. It is all relatively demoralizing. My hacking cough was persistent until after I got up from my nap. I took such a nice nap after which Ivan and I headed for the germ pit at the mall so that he could go down the slide and get a cookie. He had a great time. I made sweet potato chick pea curry for dinner and am heading for a day off tomorrow. Though I am calling Richard Baker tomorrow to find out if I have royally fouled myself up by not completing my 20 mile run. Surely it wasn't completely ruinous, but I feel concerned.
Day off tomorrow.
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