Yesterday morning I planed
on waking up early to go on a run, I kept checking the time and saying to
myself I can sleep in a little bit more. I finally got up put on my running
clothes and played with my nephews while looking out the window periodically, watching
the rain, trying to think of reasons why I shouldn’t go outside.
As I was complaining about
going out in the rain my mom said to me, “what are you going to if its pouring
the day of your race?!” I am grateful for my mom and I am so glad I started this
blog; it is a great way for me to be held accountable. And if I really want to
do this Ironman I need to stay true to my training everyday no matter the
weather.
So I headed out, I was
soaked within minutes. The first few minutes were tough and I tried to convince
myself to cut the run short but after about a mile I was feeling fine. Half way
through I took this picture:
And after this picture I
started up running again and it was HELL. If you lived in a humid place before
then you will know what I am talking about when I say that I was absolutely
FREEZING. It is not as cold here as it is in Utah, it is a
different cold, it is piercing, I don’t even know how to explain it. Plus I was soaking wet and I felt like my
clothes weighed ten pounds.
The last mile I was struggling
big time, I really wanted to start walking. I put my hands on my hips and
almost came to a walk when I my brother sped by in his car and honked at me. It
was a nice little reminder to keep pushing it. And I made it back having hit my
goal for the day. And this is how soaked my hair was:
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