I dragged myself off the couch today and went for a run. I pulled so hard even Emile joined me – I waved him on ahead while I stretched. It was overcast and humid. It was miserable. Tired, Hungry, Distracted, and Stressed. There was nothing left in the tank.
I promised myself that I would keep going until I saw Emile coming back. I ran, I hiked, I walked, I crawled. And still I didn’t see him.
August 11th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Emile’s goal to catch-up from a runless week with a 10k did not fit into my plans. I ended up with 7.6 myself. Curse him.