Last night was spent tossing and turning. Even a heavy dose of ibuprofen was no match for my sore body. Poor body. The only relief? Sitting in my car on the way to work this morning. Why? Heated seats! It was like sitting on a heating pad for a solid 30 minutes. Everything felt better, from the top of my back, all the way down to my hamstrings. The only bad thing... I'm not allowed to work in my car, so my blessed heat therapy was limited only to my commute.
Plus, it's not just getting through the physical pain. Learning to deal with it mentally is just as important. Let's face it—there is nothing calming or glamorous about running 26.2 miles. I should prepare myself now, because I've been at that finish line before, and there's not much pretty about it, except the medal.
"Hurt so good
Come on baby, make it hurt so good
Sometimes love don't feel like it should
You make it hurt so good"
I wonder if John Mellencamp was a runner?
Daily Miles: 0.00
Monthly Miles: 77.00
Yearly Miles: 77.00