And so it begins … the rest of the training (except for the last week) is 5 miles, 3 miles, 5 miles, and then the long run each week. 5 miles still feels a bit steep, but I’m going to forge onward.
My calves have been a bit sore since Sunday’s 7-miler. But I’ve been trying my best to stretch them over the past two days. They were definitely sore when I ran on the treadmill this afternoon, but not so much so that I had to stop. I was totally wiped out and assumed it must be almost over, and when I peeked at the distance, I’d only gone 2.7 miles and wanted to cry. But I told myself I could do it and kept going.
Somehow I made it through to the end. I caught part of an OCD episode of Oprah that literally almost made me ill all over the treadmill. I can’t say I buy into therapy for germophobes that involves them sticking their hands into public garbage hands, touching a stranger’s vomit, and then putting their hands in their mouths. WTF kind of psychiatrist WAS that? I understand that we have to confront our fears, but isn’t that a serious biohazard? Licking your fingers after they’ve touched someone else’s fly-covered vomit? It was truly disgusting. I think even Dr. Oz thought it was off the wall, but of course he was a good sport and did it, too! For the love of God.
Today’s best running song was the theme song to The Greatest American Hero.
