It's been an awfully trying 5 days. I had 3 migraines in 2 days, my sweet furbaby was very, messily, ill, and then we had a sewer line backup--that we're still dealing with. We're basically camping tonight.
But, that's not what I want to talk about. No. Instead, I want to tell you that today, I ran the best, longest, strongest run since my injury. I'm kicking it up a notch to train for the half I want to run in January in memory of Lainey. Today, I went for an hour twenty. 40 minutes outside, 30 inside the gym, and another 10 on the way home from the gym.
It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that impossible either. The last 15 in the gym I was digging deep. WAY deep. I was into the territory of the longest run since January. My will was flagging a bit when I stopped to stretch my hips just off the gym track. I was determined to finish my alloted 75 minutes minimum, but it was a struggle at that point.
As I stretched, a man who'd been walking the track along with me passed by. He turned back to see my face, as he'd only seen the back of me as I passed him. He gave me an appreciative nod and a "wow, badass!"
That was really fucking awesome. Really, really fucking awesome. And I floated for the rest of my hour twenty. Because I'm a badass again, and it's been a long, long time and a lot of hard work to get back here.
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