"Ma'am, you're in good shape," the security guard said. "You've been running a looonnngg time!"
That happened about halfway through my two-hour run tonight, and it kept me going for the next half, just basking in the pure surrealism of it all. Me? In good shape? What a concept.
I had been dreading the run a bit. Unfortunately, I had shot my mouth off, both here and to people in person. I won't be doing that again.
The run itself went fine. I had planned well. I stopped eating two hours before. I drank a lot of water throughout the day. I made sure I was wearing clothing that I was familiar with and that wouldn't irritate me in any way.
There were a few moments where I would've preferred to stop. My legs got really heavy at about the 90-minute mark, and I started questioning whether I would make it. But that didn't last very long.
I'm a little shaky now, but nothing terrible. I don't feel like eating, although I should. I got home in time for Earth Hour, which meant the lights and electronic devices were turned off and I got to regale the kids with stories from my childhood (they asked).
It'll be interesting to see how tomorrow goes.
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