That is the only vocal communication my mouth could produce after today’s run. My lips felt like a pair of double deuces on a souped up Escalade rollin’ down South Grand. They were numb, fat, and useless. I was soooo cold. I guess that is my punishment for being too hungover yesterday to join Dan on our scheduled run. Yesterday, the temperature was warmer and conditions more pleasant. I paid the price for too much boozin’ Friday night.
I knew I was in trouble when 2 miles into the run I had to remove my vest and hat because I was sweating too much. The trip back into the headwind was going to be brutal. It was. I felt like I was leaning into the wind in order to keep going forward. Just when I thought “this sucks” and was feeling sorry for myself I ran to into Jeff “NIL8” Williams and Andy L. coming back from a ride to Petersburg. Petersburg? Are you kidding me? On a day like this? I know the ride had to have sucked more than my run. So the rest of the run I just counted my blessings.
I ended up with 12 miles on the dot at 1:40 for an average pace of 08:20. Not bad considering the wind speed and the fact that I kept my Garmin in my pocket the whole time; not worrying about pace.
