I signed up for this race a long time ago with my friend Kari. I ran it last year, and was able to run the whole thing (S-L-O-W-L-Y). My mileage was where it needed to be, and we decided to do a run-walk, just in case.
It's called The Devil Made Me Do It, and people dress up. It's a 6.66 mile race (or, a 3.33 mile race for those "less devilish"). Like a great buddy, race day Kari picked me up, costume on, ready to run.
By mile 2 my previously broken foot was screaming. I decided to back off, and only run the 3.33 miles. My awesome friend stuck with me.
I think it was a good decision, because I've had 4 runs since then, all pain free. What happened?? Was it the first cold run of the season? Did I psyche myself out? Was it just not my day? Later in the day, after my beloved ice bath, Kari texted me "patience grasshoppa".
Yeah. Right.
It's called The Devil Made Me Do It, and people dress up. It's a 6.66 mile race (or, a 3.33 mile race for those "less devilish"). Like a great buddy, race day Kari picked me up, costume on, ready to run.
By mile 2 my previously broken foot was screaming. I decided to back off, and only run the 3.33 miles. My awesome friend stuck with me.
I think it was a good decision, because I've had 4 runs since then, all pain free. What happened?? Was it the first cold run of the season? Did I psyche myself out? Was it just not my day? Later in the day, after my beloved ice bath, Kari texted me "patience grasshoppa".
Yeah. Right.
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