20 miles is a long way to run. How do I know? My body is screaming it.
I was scheduled to participate in a 20-mile group run on Sunday morning. I hung out with some friends Saturday night who convinced me to stay out longer than I planned. I'm a sucker for comraderie, so I gladly stayed. Around 9pm, I decided to stop drinking. I should have kept drinking. Once I was in bed, my anxiety prevented me from falling asleep. I had to wake up at 4:30am to make it to the group run, so around 2:30am and still tossing and turning, I threw in the towel.
My regret of having skipped out itched badly enough to run the 20-miler on a Monday night, with a slight cold, and in the dark with my friend Carrie. We made it. Done. And though I am sore and sick as a dog, I feel great. Now I can sleep.
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