Saturday, April 26, 2014
OK, now. It was only just 7.25 miles that I ran this morning. but I limped to the start and limped after the finish. But when I was running you'd have never known I had a sore left foot! Isn't that pretty hard-core?
And it was by far the sweatiest run of 2014. My Galloway group ran through heavy mist. When we got down to Lake Hollingsworth there was nothing but white surrounding us. Couldn't even tell there was a lake in front of us. I was wet from sweat; so sweaty that if you'd have thrown a bucket of water on me, I would not have gotten any wetter. I kept wiping my new glasses with a cloth and fingers and clothes. Not everyone would want to run in these conditions.
To protect my left glute which is fussy and easy to injure, I ran uphills with very small steps. I couldn't watch the strides of the rest of my group. They were striding much less frequently than I. But I could stay up with them (our fastest half marathon training group), if I pushed the turnover rate. That works! And I love flying down the hills. I've been told that's hard on quads, but mine don't seem to mind that at all. I truly want to do all I can do.
I loved that run!! I'm about laughing at myself. How did I become this person -- this -- this almost hard-core running, umm, fanatic??