Sleep
Yesterday, I did a four mile race. A nice little, local, fourth of July event. That just happened to kick my ass and beat the shit out of me and spit me back out.
This girl warming up looked all fast and was wearing a Chico State track uniform. And, despite this, I still tried to go with her when the race started.
She dropped me by 30 seconds or more by the first mile marker and I still ran the first mile in 6:02. I could already feel everything seizing up after that. “Oh well, guess this is just going to be one of those type of races.” Then it went uphill. And stayed hilly for two miles. Which is like half of four miles.
It was a battle that ended with me walking straight into the bathroom past the finish line.
Then I slept. And slept some more. And slept through swimming this morning. And am going back to sleep soon.
Ugh.
Sunday, July 5, 2009