Yesterday Pam and I did six plus miles in about two hours. The first three of those miles, we did mostly running and little walking. You can say we took a breather for the last three miles. Ha ha! Our goal wasn't to do six miles, that just happened because the weather was so nice and we just kept going - our goal was to time ourselves on how long it took us to do 3.2 miles (5k distance).
We finished a 5k distance in under an hour. WOOT!!! That's a HUGE, no SUPER HUGE accomplishment for two non-runners. And we pushed ourselves. We ran longer than we really *wanted* too and walked much, much less. If it wasn't for my stupid bruised foot, we probably could have done better. But Pam doesn't want to do this 5k alone, so she took it easy on my behalf. She's a pal.
While I ran my foot was fine, but once we started the three mile walk, all Hades broke loose. It wasn't too bad, so I worked through it but right at the end I honestly didn't think I would make it off the rail trail. Here's our conversation:
Me: Damn Pam, I don't think I can make it. Can we stop for a second?
Pam: We're going to get stuck in the woods at dark if we don't hurry.
Me: Crap, I didn't realize how late it was getting. *Hobbling* Let's go.
Pam: Oh god you're limping.
Me: My frigging foot hurts Pam!
Pam: Don't limp.
Me: Kiss it. *Hobbling faster*
Pam: The wild animals will know you're easy prey if you limp.
Me: *blank stare* Oh dear lord, let's get out of here.
Pam: I'm just looking out for you.
Me: Yeah right, I heard "if you get attacked, I'm totally leaving your ass" in your voice, I'm not stupid.
Pam: I wouldn't leave you Mandy!
Me: I know what I heard.
Needless to say, we got out the woods before dark, but just barely. By the time we got out though, I was just about dragging my leg. I'm not sure what I did, but my foot feels much better today. Go figure. I'm sure it was karma.
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