I went walking with a friend earlier this week, and when I say walking, I mean a 10 minute mile walk with hills. yeah, we were bookin' it! Well, that was supposed to be my rest/crosstrain day. ha! I woke up the next day and the shins were throbbing and knee was aching. I decided to rest that day, which meant I HAD to run on Thursday. Let me give you a little background info about yesterday- HOT! I had a brilliant idea that right after dance team practice, and while my mom was still at my house, I would just run the track before my husband's soccer game. (Which by the way, my husband's team lost to a team they beat twice already in the regular season, plus that was their first loss of the season.) I had a dinner date with some fine honey's last night, and I couldn't possibly not show up to run.
I put my brilliant idea into fruition and ran in 91 degree heat. Sure there was a small breeze, but I swear it was a 95 degree breeze. I walked for 2 minutes to get my body "going." I ran for 8 minutes before I couldn't breathe. My body felt heavy. It seemed as if my legs were going through a swamp. I ran another two laps, and then walked another lap. It was greuling. I finally had to stop altogether since I had sweat beads dripping into my eyeballs and burning them. Seriously, my eyeballs were burning from my own sweat. I guess I got a glimpse of what pouring salt into a wound is like. In order to "treat" myself for my bravery in that rash heat, I ate an entire Red Robin bacon cheeseburger and fries. Hey, at least I skipped the shake.
I'd love to post more my bloggy friends, but my Li'l Guy has decided to rip off his diaper and put on my high heels.