Today there was a 10 mile race happening along the lakefront that encompassed the first 4 (and last 4) of the path I run. I decided to wake up before 7 to make it to the path before the race started. I don't remember the last time I woke up before 7 am. I typically wake around 9 am and although I thought it would be more of a struggle it wasn't too bad. Overall I moved a lot slower today. Equal parts humidity, ankle pain, and general fatigue. But I persevered and made it to the end even though I nearly gave up at mile 9.5, then again between 16 - 17. Around mile 11.5 I had some creepy guy on a bike tell me I had a great ass as he passed me. Ummmm...thanks? I mean I do have a great ass but I just don't need to hear it from you. Hubbie was sweet and surprised me at 18 and that gave me the push I needed to finish strong.
I ended about 1/2 mile from the house so during the cool down it hurt a lot more to walk than run but I had to get back to my house somehow and hubbie wasn't going to carry my hot ass home. Upon finishing, the first thing that crossed my mind was "yay taper time" the second "am I ready? do I have it in me to do another marathon in 3 weeks?" if you had asked me 2 weeks ago I would have had a resounding hellz yeah! now after this week of struggle I don't know?!?! We will see come May 17th!