Saturday, August 15, 2009


I did my ten-mile run this morning, after dragging myself out of bed when it was still dark outside. The sad part is, despite being up at a time where the heat was not a factor, I ran that distance 20 minutes slower than my race time from May. Yes, I forgot my fuel (I usually eat some Shot Bloks halfway through the run), and I had a little tummy ache at about mile 7.5, but I didn't think it was enough to slow me down THAT far. Sheesh. Probably the best moment of that miserable run (besides the end) was when, as 50 faster runners (I kid you not!) passed me, Miles Davis' "So What" came on my iPod. Sometime soon I plan to write a poem about that serendipitous moment. I mean, really. So what if it was super slow? I still ran 10 miles this morning. That is the furthest I've ever run outside of a race. And I made it, and feel fine now. Who cares if I beat my old time, it was just practice.

Haiku News

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1 comment:

Mimi said...

I am in awe of your feat (yeah, and your feet, too) in running 10 miles by yourself. Amazing, woman!