8:30 pm So I've been a little under the weather since last week, and I'm beginning to be nervous about having all these throwaway days leading up to the marathon. Despite feeling lousy, I thought I needed to go get in a few miles. I should have stayed home. I started with Jack in the stroller, but by a half mile in, the re-inflated tire was flat. We turned around, and I dumped him home, and left alone.
It was the warmest run I'll have in a while; 75 degrees. I made it 2 miles, and felt so lousy I lay down on the sidewalk for 10 minutes to look at the moon. Using the "don't be a quitter" part of my brain, I continued further from the house, determined to go mind over matter. At the turnaround, I was really feeling bad. I started walking home, now three miles away. I never run with a phone, and I don't know any of these neighbors. I kept using the force to send telepathic messages to my family to come pick me up, but it didn't work. Finally, with 1.5 miles to go, I got the nerve to ask a walker if she had a phone. She let me use it, and I got a ride home.
I fell into bed, somewhat delerious. Shoulda stayed home and gone to bed. I don't know how I'm going to get on track.
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