White Knight???

 

I woke up this morning thinking about two things…it’s my last day off from work and I have to run 7 miles today.  Neither are pleasant thoughts when you wake up on Sunday morning.  Paul (Mr Xctmnt) and Blake were out on a bike ride so I would be running alone again.  I grabbed my gear and hit the road and man, it’s hot at 8:15 in the morning!  I’ve already told you that I tend to daydream while I’m running and true to my word, for the first three miles all I can think about is that my hips are hurting and I have to return to work tomorrow.  I have to find a way to find inner peace with this job and maybe I can find it while I’m running…..nah.  Somewhere around the 3.5 mile mark my focus quickly changed as I realized that while half asleep, I grabbed the wrong sports bra and I know this because I’m feeling the chafe already.  You know it’s going to be bad when it hurts hours before you get in the shower and you still have almost 4 miles left to go.  Oh well, I know I have to suck it up and deal with it. 

 

Mr Xctmnt and Blake passed me on the road on their way home and I had a feeling that Mr Xctmnt would be chasing me down.  Sure enough, I see him out on the road, running after he and Blake just finished a 30 mile ride.  I know it was hard for him but it makes me feel better knowing he’s out there too.  I made the turn down North Old Settlement, hoping I would see one of my in laws outside so I could ask for a cold bottle of water (the one I was carrying had water so hot it could boil eggs) and some Kleenex to help with the chafe that was getting much worse.  No luck, they must all be sleeping in, lucky them.  Somewhere around 6 miles, I started to feel really bad, I’m hot (not in a good way), thirsty and starting to feel lonely.  Then a vision appeared, it was a white horse with handsome knight holding his hand out…. BUT wait, he already had a fair lady.  Actually, it was a white Volkswagen Passat and it was my father in law holding out an ice cold bottle of water and my mother in law was sitting beside him smiling.  How blessed am I??  They didn’t see me but they did see Paul, and thank goodness they did.  It gave me extra kick I needed to finish my run without Paul catching me.

 

As I sit here typing this, I know three things.  1.  I am not in as good a shape as I thought, the heat is killing me and it’s not even really hot yet.   2. I have a lot of training to do to prepare for this marathon.  3.  I need to lose about 10 pounds; I can’t carry this weight for 26 miles!!!