I am feeling very self-righteous. I woke up Tuesday morning having not slept well and feeling generally crummy because of a cold I caught at the health conference that I went to over the weekend. I look out the window and it is pouring rain. The kind of rain that only happens every other day around here in Northern Virginia. I looked at my "To Do" list and it had one thing on it, Run 23 miles!
How could I possibly run that far feeling this bad and in such adverse conditions???? I convinced myself that I would only run 10 and then see how I felt. Perhaps I could tweak Jeff Galloway's program just a smidge. Of course if I only ran 10, that would mean the big 23 would still be weighing on me like a giant monkey or a 60 lb seven year old.
So my run started like every other run with one foot in front of the other. It rained quite a bit for the first 13 miles and then it dried out. My head cleared while running, more than any amount of saline rinses had been able to do. I dug deep and remembered the Outward Bounding, hang-gliding, sky-diving adventurer I was once was and continued on.
Once it cleared, I stopped by my house to change clothes. This fresh set of clothes would only be soaked in sweat not that dirty rain stuff. Honestly, the mileage is not so bad the first four hours. I listened to my IIN ipod for mental stimulation. It was a lot of Sally Fallon whom I have heard before, but always love.
The hard part is the last 5 miles. My heart was willing, but my legs were like "are you kidding me?." It is during this last bit where knowing that I am doing this for mom keeps me going. My fatigue is nothing compared to the physical burden she and millions of Parkinsons patients deal with every day. I am so blessed to be able to torture myself in this way.
I was very proud of myself for getting it done on Tuesday. Everything hurt afterwards, but I did it. Still no injuries and one big check on my "To Do" list!
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