This will hopefully be brief and take me less than 5 minutes to write.
This is the story of my attempt to run 12 miles today.
The story starts yesterday.
On August 2nd I awoke and realized "I am supposed to run 4 miles today. Thats easy.". So I got up, and started running. I decided to try not eating before my run, because I know that if I run immediately after I eat, sometimes I feel like I may throw up. Anyways, this long-story short, I ran like 3.1 miles, and got EXHAUSTED and went home. I figured it was a short run, and I need a break anyways. I went to the gym later that day and did abs and a little more cardio.
Yesterday I was aware of how tired I was, and have been especially lately. I remembered "Oh shit, I have to run 12 miles tomorrow."
So I made sure to go to sleep to get at least 7 hours of sleep. I went to bed at 11:15 expecting to get up at 6:15/6:30ish.
I did this.
I woke up around 6:20. I got up, ate food, got all my running gear on. I turned the olympics on to watch them while I quickly ate some breakfast. Then I looked at the time and it was 7am. So I realized "its time to run". But I was too tired. I was extremely tired. I kept weighing out the pros and cons of whether or not I should run, and then decided "No. I need to rest." I took all my running gear off and sat on the couch to watch the olympics.
I fell asleep around 7:15 on the couch (EVEN AFTER having some energy booster stuff). I woke up at 9:00 to my mom asking me "Are you coming to Wal Mart with me?" So I said yes, and got ready and went to wal mart. I went to the gym and did deltoids and back and a tiny bit of cardio.
At the gym I decided maybe I will work up the energy throughout the day to go for a Run tonight. But I decided even if I was too tired, I would just ride my bike briefly to get in a little cardio. I figured I would run the 12 miles either tonight, Saturday night, or Sunday morning.
Well tonight rolled around and I decided to do it. I put on my running gear. I decided not to run with my iPod, only for the 3rd time ever. I grabbed my phone which I knew would die halfway through my run and my mom would get pissed. I left.
It was the best run ever. I watched the sun go down over, then it got dark. The temperature was perfect. Just enough for me to wear cool-clothing and sweat a little, without dying of dehydration quickly. I easily ran the first 5 miles. Then I took a short 1 minute walk. Then I ran easily to 7.5 miles. Then I told my mom where I was and told her where I was going, when I would be home, and that my phone would die. I easily ran once again to 8.69 miles. Then my phone died. I got to... I am guessing around 9-9.5ish miles and then I started getting tired. I was almost home, but for the last bit I had to do a run/walk thing like I usually do.
But everything else was awesome. The only thing was, I misunderstood part of my path, and somehow accidentally skipped .5 of a mile. So I only ran 11.5 miles.
But that is still the furthest I have ever ran. And the best run ever. not the fastest. But I zoned out so easily.
And that is the most boring story you have ever read.
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