I went for a 12 mile run after work today, and it was bittersweet…
I ran 12 miles after work. On a Friday. The first thing I want to do after work on Friday is drink a glass of wine. Or a martini. Or a beer. Or a mojito. A Diet Pepsi even. The last thing I want to do is run 12 miles. But I had to rearrange my schedule around the 31st Annual Couples Relay this Sunday and this was the only way to do it.
So I mostly wanted to get the run over with. I started to pretty actively count down the miles when I had about 5 to go. And when I say miles I mean tenths of miles. I more or less threw myself a party when my countdown reached zero. It wasn’t until I stopped running that I flipped my Garmin display from lap stats to overall stats.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the Garmin this basically means I stopped looking at my average pace over the last mile and started looking at the total time and distance of my run. Guess what ugly number was staring back at me? Eleven. Mile 12 didn’t turn out to be any harder than mile 11, but it was a huge mental blow to realize I had another mile to run.
Miles 5 and 6 smelled a lot like horses. And let’s face it, horses kind of smell like horse poop. For almost the entire two miles I kept thinking, “Ugh. Why does it smell like horses?” That is until I thought, “Oh right. Because I’m running behind a horse track.”
Mile 10 smelled a lot like cat food. And let’s face it, cat food kind of smells like cat poop. So naturally I found myself thinking, “Ugh! Why does it smell like cat food?!” That was until I thought, “Why is that couple leaving cat food all over the bay trail?! Don’t they realize THAT’S WHY there are so many cats? Oh my God – there are cats EVERYWHERE!”
I had to use the bay trail restroom. There were no lights, no stall doors and a condom on the floor. Gross.