Today I ran twelve miles. Let me repeat in case you didn't quite get that: I. Ran. Twelve. Miles.
Although, I'm not sure "ran" would entirely be the correct word. It was somewhere in the mid-90's today, with a heat index of 109 degrees and humidity so thick that we could barely see in front of us. Essentially, it was the most awful weather I have ever experienced - which led to the most difficult thing I have ever done.
The distance was definitely twelve miles. I would say we ran nearly the entire first six to seven miles, and then it all went downhill. We. Were. Dying. There was a lot of walking involved, and frankly, I was not even sure I could walk the last mile. My entire body hurt, my hands were so swollen that they had creases on them, and I was nearing pass-out point.
It wasn't good. But I did it. Kind of.
The rest of today has included a lot of eating and a lot of sleeping. It's fairly unbelievable.
I also went to Half-Price Books with the BFF and bought tons of books for so little money. I'm excited to start perusing them, especially the books I bought about Africa, child soldiers, and the many civil wars. (I'm starting summer school on Monday, and our first unit is all about the Lost Boys of Sudan; I bought several other books to use as additional resources with the kids.)
Now I'm chowing down some Mac & Cheese (the meal of marathoners, duh) before getting ready to go out with some girlfriends this evening. Here's my question to you: do you think my über-sore legs and ridiculously-blistered feet can handle these shoes?
Or are flip-flops the way to go?
Maybe my Sauconys?
