I ran a race today
I’ve been sick for over a week now–sore throat, swollen glands, achy body, general exhaustion.
I don’t sleep anymore, hardly, averaging 5 hours/night. Even when I try to nap, I can get maybe 10 minutes of actual rest in.
I have a huge raised bruise on my right thigh from slamming into the corner of the bed post at Dad’s house.
I stored my contacts in tap water last night.
But still (still), I ran my favorite 10k this morning.
And kicked so, so much ass.
My first year I averaged a 10-minute mile, my only goal to make it to the end.
Last year I surprised myself by running a 9.5 minute mile, which felt as easy as any long run.
This year my goal was 9 minutes per mile, and in the end, I averaged 8.43.
Made the men in my life proud and myself even prouder. And now I am sick as a dog.
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