Yo, yo, yo. I felt like I was dragging during today’s long run, but I actually ran 11 miles 36 seconds faster than I did two weeks ago.
If that’s my “dragging” pace, I’ll take it!
At about mile 6.5, I heard a text message come through on my phone and read this from Aaron’s mom: “Aaron took a spill. Nothing broken.”
Luckily, he just suffered some gnarly
road trail rash all down the right side of his body after turning a corner too sharply while mountain biking.
He’s still fit to compete in his second mountain bike race of the season tomorrow. Woo-hoo!
Meanwhile, I started sniffling and sneezing right after my run, and I’ve been blowing my nose all day. I’ve got Wal-born (the Walgreens version of Airborne, gangstaaaa), water, and tea all lined up in front of me, and I’m eyeing an early bedtime.
I feel sorry for this cold that has chosen to mess with me a week before my half-marathon. IT SHALL RUE THE DAY.