I get so mad at myself. I wonder if there is a pill that will fix me.
Maybe I am imbalanced, that is why I do ridiculous things.
Maybe I have a disorder, that has not been diagnosed yet.
Maybe I should change my diet, I must be lacking some nutrient.
People are always so kind saying "Nita, it is because you have so much going on..."
Well, it just sucks to be me and loose track of all the bone head moves I do accidently.
Trust me, I couldn't make this up!
Another way to turn a 15 miler into a 17 miler!
Loose your KEY FOB!
Sometimes it is so painful I just want to cry.
I wanted to cry because I was afraid to tell Andy.
I wanted to cry because I didn't want to run another step, yet I was backtracking down the back roads looking for the little plastic she devil.
I wanted to cry because I was so thankful that Jama was still at Genesys. We met there to run. Jama was running 20 and I was running 14 or 15...Which ended up 17! I left Jama and headed to my car. Jama continued to finish her 20 miler. I called her and told her of my mishap. She finished her run while I backtracked and picked me up in route.
I wanted to cry because I NEVER found the little thing.
Build a bridge and GET OVER it.
It was a marvelous day for a run. I had great company and a perfect route. We were not the only ones out there, we saw so much wildlife. The sounds in the elements made my heart flutter. Jama even discovered a small patch of violets.
And we saw several horses. Jama grew up with horses, this made her heart happy.
I LOVE being in the elements, the sounds, the sights and the smells, All the smells but mine. I was pretty ripe, I think my deodorant ran off at about 13 miles and I know my Versace was long gone!
Last weeks miles: 51