This was day five of our running expedition and we decided to go the extra mile tonight. So, we ran 4.2 miles and we finished! This was the good of the night. We ran the whole thing and did not walk.
The bad was that I almost died at about three miles. We were beginning to run up a hill that lasts about one half a mile and sucked the life out of me. I don't think I recovered from the hill for the remainder of the run. Anyways, at the three mile mark I told Thomas that he had to go on without me and to just trust that I would make it. Well, being the good friend that he is he left me and he finished about five minutes ahead of me. At the point of my dying we were going a pretty good pace for us. I would say that we were at about an eight minute mile and that is pretty good considering our conditioning level and the hills that we had ran.
Now the ugly. This consisted of my final mile. Ugly suits it so well. I was trying not to die and vomit all at the same time. Everything inside of me wanted to stop running at certain points. My eyes would look up and I would see a point on the road and say, "At that point I can justify walking and get away with it." But, I just couldn't quit. I kept running and would not stop even though I desperately wanted to. With about a half mile to go my jaw was beginning to lock up from being tired and my hands were tingling and started cramping up. This is not so much of an issue as the jaw locking. I think on every run since I started this my fingers have tingles and cramped up. I think it is due to me pushing myself past my comfort level and really getting in shape. I have heard that you don't really start conditioning until your body is ready to quit. When you get to this point and keep going is when you gain ground. So, I guess my ugly really is beauty hidden. It just needs to blossom.
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