Day Seven

This is a picture of me after the abuse that Thomas puts me through on a nightly basis.  I don't think you can notice but my shirt is completely soaked.  I doubt anybody really cared to know that but just in case you did.  It is disgusting.

I have to make a correction to last night.  Last night we ran our run in 26 not 23 minutes.  I guess I got a little excited and made a mistake.

Tonight we ran for time again and ran for a total of 35 minutes.  Our total distance was only three miles but we took it slow on purpose.  We originally were going to run 4.5 miles but our legs were dead and we were pretty tired so we decided to run only three miles.  It actually was a very nice run.  My legs still hurt and my fingers still tingled, though not as bad and they didn't cramp up.  About half way through I got into a rhythm and my legs didn't hurt as bad.  Also, at the end of our run I wasn't trying to stay alive.  I actually got to finish tonight with my head held high and being able to talk.  Of course, this was due to running so slow but it honestly was nice.  Really, every night I have pushed myself real hard and tonight was nice to actually have a pleasant run.

I was actually thinking about that very thing today.  I was wondering if there would ever be a point where I could go on a long run and it not completely kill me.  Well, tonight happened that way and I am grateful for that.  I'm sure our next run will kill me but for right now I enjoyed having a relaxing run.