I forced Bob to take me down to the beach for my run this morning. I say forced, but he was willing. We started down at the far north end of the beach at the Peter Iredali. It was wet, windy and wet. And foggy. And wet.
I knew right when I started out this was going to be a very long 6 mile run. Glad today was a sort long run. (is that an oxymoron?). I had a strong head wind and wet sand to work with. That makes for a slow run. Bob drove a head a mile at a time so I had a beacon to run to. And he could make sure all was alright with me. He is a good one. I think I will keep him.
By mile 2 was was getting slower, and already regretting my decision. Mile 3 I gave myself a pep talk that I was now half way. Mile 4. Not much to say about that mile. Mile 5 I said, Self, You got this. 10 more min and you are done. Mile 5.75 Bob was waiting and drove along with me and that made me smile and so it wasn't so bad after all.
I was slow. I was VERY wet. I was wind blown, but I was not defeated. I am thankful for the ability to run. I am thankful for the loving support I have while I am running.
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| 6 miles in the bag |
We headed out to a diner for some grub afterwords. Nothing sounded better than hot food and even hotter coffee. I was wising I had another sweat shirt to put on, but you cannot have it all.
As we are sitting there waiting on our food, I say to Bob,, "Man, it really smells like razor clams in here" he laughs and says " No sweetie, thats you." OMG I died laughing. "OMG it IS ME!!!!" Wow that beach was smelly. The best part was getting back in the truck and driving back to the folks house. It was a VERY STINKY ride. Of course I laughed the entire way. :-)
We headed home later this afternoon and are settling in for the rest of the weekend. Good times.
Work out stats:
6 miles, 1:02:13 time, 10:21 min mile.
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