Friday, April 18, 2014

trust issues

The first mile of a run is incredible! It is so easy! You can run like this forever! You are the best runner in the history of runners! And then somewhere in the second mile, you think maybe you were a bit optimistic. Maybe you should slow down a little. Pace yourself after all. And by the second to the last mile, you are hating running, hating yourself, wondering why your feet/knees/hips are screaming at you, where did that blister come from, wondering why you ever thought you could do this, and swearing you will never do anything so stupid again. And the interesting thing? It doesn't matter what the distance of the run is. If it's a 4-miler, that third mile is the killer. If it's a half-marathon, mile 11 to 12 is awful.

But then you come to that last sweet mile and it's a piece of cake. Kind of. But you know you can run one more mile in your sleep. You've done it dozens of times. (I'd say hundreds, but really.) I need to remember this tomorrow as I'm schlepping my ass around the lake for 10-12 miles.

Erin and Tim are in Omaha for a concert tomorrow, but tonight we're starting the weekend by using a Groupon we bought for a tour of Lucky Bucket, a local brewery. In addition to the beer we get while touring, we get 3 six-packs to take home. Or a bottle of their vodka. We may opt for the vodka.

Have a great weekend!

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  1. I'm doing ten miles tomorrow, too! And, I'm dreading it. Ugh.

    1. I may never run again, because my legs said they're done.

    2. Emmy, at least you'll be finished quicker! And Aly, I know that feeling well!

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