I ran 18 friggin miles today.
Not 4.
Or even 12.
Freaking 18!!
I did three 6 mile laps around where we live.
The first lap I was all smiles, feeling almost cocky that I was doing well.
Second lap was pretty good.
Felt like I had it all in the bag.
Then the monster reared it's ugly head on lap three.
Holy crap.
There was a time when my legs were so sore and starting to cramp
that I started to bawl like a baby.
You know those crys where your face looks ugly and deformed
because you can't control this outpour of emotion.
The funny part is I had no water left in me because I seemed to have sweat it all out
and it was now salt on my skin that no tears came.
So here I am some freak hobbly running down the road with the ugly distorted crying face.
It was awesome.
But I did it.
I bit the ugly monster in the butt and finished those 18 miles.
The Sunday nap tomorrow sure sounds even more sweet than it usually is
