Yesterday I finally, finally, finally got to do a double digit run.
Yes I spent some time flirting with a bunch of 9’s, but I haven’t hit it off with a 10+ since last November.
Take that legs.
Actually, it seemed my body and nature were doing everything they could to rain on my parade (okay not literal rain, this is SoCal I’m not quite sure I know what that rain stuff actually is), but I pushed through.
Saturday night food allergy reaction kept me up a bulk as it felt like I had swallowed 1,000 angry kittens who were working their way through my GI tract. My gut left me with a late start meaning I got to run in peak SoCal “spring” heat. While I love the 80’s when it comes to music, it’s just not overly awesome to run in.
Rocks tried to trip me (no seriously rolled off a face plant in front of a bunch of people, Mary Lou Retton would have been proud) and a giant swarm of thousands of bees tried to keep me from finishing, but alas my legs won.
Post-run cool down/cross training with some paddle boarding and then…. well…as all good things do end – carbs, pink sauce & red wine.
Have you ever seen an angry swarm of thousands of bees?
It’s seriously frightening…like low blood sugar 2 year old before nap time terrifying.