Thursday, July 21, 2011

Day Ten: War Zone

Tonight Thomas and I ran the 5.2 miles again.  Tonight was much better than Tuesday night.  During the day I drank enough water to make a fish drown and this helped me out a lot.  It wasn't any cooler tonight than Tuesday so there wasn't much relief there.  I kept up with Thomas for about half of the run and then he left me.  The only time I walked was shortly after he left me.  We were on one of the hills and I had to stop.  I couldn't catch my breath enough to really run effectively so I stopped and walked about 100 yards in order to catch my breath.  After this I continued to run and did not stop for the remainder of the run.

The real issue tonight was the war that I got into.  I had more horse flies and bugs attack me while I was running than I have had in all of my previous runs combined.  I think it was the devil.  It had to be.  They kept landing on my head, one bit me on my left shoulder, and I think one bit my back because it kept feeling funny the entire run.  I was swinging at them like a mad man, trying to get them off of me and out of my face.  I'm sure if you would have seen me it would have been a sight.  Here is a guy running about as fast as someone can walk swatting at the air.  My form was shot.  I took the form of a dying person more so than a runner.  It was ugly.

During this final half of the run my pace was extremely slow.  I bet a good walker could have beat me.  But, I kept on a trucking.  A funny thing did happen.  I finally got back to the blacktop and there was someone else out exercising.  This person was going the opposite way right when I got to the blacktop and I ended up getting about fifty yards ahead of them.  At this point I kind of caught my breath, with only a mile left, and started to pick up my pace and felt better.  But, I kept looking back and I wasn't pulling away from this person.  I really thought that it was going to be a race to the finish line, but I edged the person out.  Really though, it was a woman that was walking and I don't think it was very fair.

My final time was 58 minutes and change and Thomas' was 53 minutes and change.  Watch out Kenyans here we come.

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