AM- Today marks the 100th mile in my Kinvara 4s! WOOHOO! 30/30s at 126 meters in 30 seconds. Today was pretty tough, but I was determined to hit more than I did last week (14) and I did! I got 20. I woke up this morning feeling really tired and dehydrated. I really need to work on staying hydrated. I was tempted to not even go to practice today. That would've been a big mistake. 1 mile warmup, 1 mile cool down. (half a mile barefoot warmup).
Running Club- I added on 2 miles because I paced the 5th and 6th grade girls race and boys race. Those kids are very talented and determined. Today 2 kids in particular have gained my respect. Gracie Clements and Scotty Bushar. Those are some determined kids. Both of them would not fall behind me. They both tried their very best to stay up with me and because of their determination, it gave them some personal bests. I did not pace them in particular, but they both dared to keep up with me. I love running club!
PM- This was supposed to be a nice easy 3 miler. If anyone ever tells you that was what it was, punch them in the face. It all started off all fine and dandy, but about a mile into it, I started to have the worst sideache ever. It was seriously the most pain I have felt running. It felt like satan literally put his hand in my side and took his sharp, pointy claws and started to squeeze my insides. If I ever have a sideache as bad as this, I will personally walk up to the pope and say every swear word 20 times. I ran up to the grapevine trail and I decided to rest and see if the sideache would just go away. So I sat there and watch the lightning (which was super kewl) for about 5 minutes. It felt like satan pulled his arm out finally, so I started running again. And then it felt like I got shot in the side. I literally got down in the fetal position for a minute or 2. I decided that I was going to finish or die trying. I ended up finishing, but not without casualties. I lost my manhood and every shred of respect and dignity I had. | 