Day 3

Ups and Downs

I ran hills last night. 10, to be exact. It took about an hour and a half. It was -9 degrees Celsius (for my American friends, that's a balmy 15F).

I wanted to die. I wanted to go home. I wanted to do just about anything other than run hills. And it wasn't one of those workouts where you get halfway through and think, "Okay, I'm halfway there, I can do this!" It was the type where you say, "What do you mean I'm only halfway?!?" I was cold, I was sniffly (still recovering from the flu) and my legs felt like lead. Extremely heavy lead. I would have actually preferred lead.

Unfortunately, this is not going to be an amazing, inspiring story of strength and triumph. I felt like shit, I hate running hills, and I barely survived.

This story is, instead, one of ups and downs. Sometimes, I have an awful "fill-in-the-blank." Sometimes the only light at the end of the dark road is the car about to hit me because I'm running in the middle of the street like an idiot.

But at some point, I get to the top of the last hill, and it's all downhill to get home, and life is great.

Just have to remember to keep an eye out for cars...

Current weight: 132.5 (a.k.a. barely visible to traffic)