My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Finished my twenty-two mile run today.  The first twenty miles were awesome, fantastic, all that is good in the world.  The last two miles were Dante’s Inferno.  I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry “uncle.” 

Running longer distances becomes a battle between your mind and your body.  Some days, the mind’s ready to go, but the body’s less willing.  Understandable since it has to do the actual work.  Today was one of those days.  Today, my body said “f*ck it” at about twenty one and a half miles.  I managed to lift one foot after the other in a parody of running for the last half mile, but it was excruciating.  I blame it on lack of exercise in the last two weeks due to traveling, holiday weight gain, my incipient cold, an inexplicable onset of insomnia last night, the dog eating my homework…oh, and the fact that I had already run twenty-one and a half f*cking miles.  Am currently hobbling like a little old man.  Sad.  Very sad.

Sidenote:  The interesting woman I was talking to during the run today was a TV writer and informed me that Amanda Bynes is a lovely, down to earth person.  This makes me happy since Amanda Bynes is my favorite tween star.  Yes, I have a favorite tween star.  I’ve already admitted to being sad!  =) 

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