Well, I think I have finally recovered from all the excitement on Saturday. I had to. Coach Sam, seeing my commitment to the process, has decided it's time to step it up, so yesterday I did my first hill sprint. Yeah -- no -- that's just what it sounds like. I jog *a mile* to a hill, sprint up the hill, and jog home. It was awful.
Let me say that again so you understand. It was awful.
Carrie, my friend/dental hygienist, asked today, "But wasn't it great when you got to the top?"
No. No, it wasn't. I was seriously, literally nauseous.
Plus then I had to jog *a mile* back home.
But . . . why not? I mean, eight weeks ago I didn't think I could run a mile.
How do you like me now?
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