I'm over myself. I guess I should say I think I'm over feeling sorry for myself. My last post was just that. Poor pitiful me. Waaaah, waaaah. Like whatever already.
Time to pull my big girl panties up and get on with it!
Now, I just have to focus on the task at hand for the next few days or so. My 33 miles of torture...ummm, nix that, I mean my fun run coming up this weekend. Yeah, fuuuhn that's it. I really keep trying to talk myself out of doing it. I've been back and forth several times, believe you me. Damn! The stronger more stubborn, survivalist side of me won't let me throw in the towel all the way. It (the towel people, sheesh) sorta hangs on the ropes, but hasn't made it over the ropes to the mat just yet.
Yeah, it's gonna hurt and then some I'm sure of that. My feets will never forgive me for this. I might be hobbled after this. Tho according to my son I already have Hobbit feet, so it shouldn't really matter. I do have a fear that I might actually have to use techniques in my self help foot guide that sits on my shelf after this run. Yeah, that should be loads of joy.
I think the course should have some xtra incentives besides cooked potatoes, pretzels and the like. I'm sure those are all good things after 15 miles or so in, but I'm talking a carrot on a stick. Ya know, like having David
*ummm, like hell yes*
on the course or in front of me wouldn't be half bad. Would sorta take my mind off of my feets, lungs burning, forest beasts and the like.
K, time to go work on the mental aspects of this run. Ya know, medication, meditation, visualization, lobotomy....not necessarily in that order either.
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