Today marked 9 miles.
Lesson learned regarding coffee and a race, one always has to go when one can't.
Before our walks our coach discusses 'foot notes' and it's crucial to listen cause there's info you need to know. So I waited, waited and waited while my bladder was giving me GO signals.
Talk over I rushed, as fast as you can go on cold muscles to the restroom building an agonizing 2 minute walk. (sheesh)
It made me be the last one in the pack, I detest that.
So I walked and overtook 5 people and landed in the slower than me group. The pace is doable but...
I decided to go for mileage and not speed today as I was tired at the start and I had to get over that mental threshold, again, over the higher mileage.
I walked with a team mate and we chatted our way up till mile 6 when she started to get shoe problems.
I had to leave her and walk on.
In the end I finished in 2 hours and 45 minutes.
I am pooped!
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9 miles is quite an accomplishment. Being "pooped" is alright, it's a good "pooped".
It was a good 'pooped'
Now I'm trying to recover *giggle*
I'm getting older you know.
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