Nucking Futs

I did it.

It wasn't terrible during the run. It was sunny and warm enough to run in shorts and a t-shirt. Around mile 6 I started wondering where those endorphins are that I always heard about, and the "runner's high."

It turns out that the endorphins really kick in after you stop. I felt fine yesterday afternoon. But endorphins don't last that long. I was hoping they would go for at least a week, until I do my 10 mile run, instead they made it until 10pm and then bailed on me.

This morning I am dealing with the challenge of walking. My toes and my knees are very, very mad at me.

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Are you freaking insane????

Not you, dear reader. That's actually a rhetorical questions directed at myself. Although if you are insane, I applaud myself for pointing it out to you.

The answer, for me at least, seems to be an unfortunate yes. You see, my wife and I signed up to run a half marathon in May. On May 2, to be exact. Which happens to be our 10 year anniversary.

Tin is supposed to be the gift for a 10 year anniversary. That seems inherently lame (although it is recyclable, so maybe we'll get back to it in a few years). We decided to ditch it, opting instead for pain and sweat.

What does this have to do with today?
Everything.

Today I have to run 8 miles for training.

I don't mind running, the weather is nice today, I have a new battery in my iPod so it should go silent after mile 4. But holy crap, 8 miles is a long way to run, and I am not mentally prepared for it. I've never run that far before, not even when being chased. I have to psyche myself up for it. Make it right. Make it real. Here goes...

8 Mile was a movie starring Eminem. And M&M's are candy. And candy is a treat, like cake. So running 8 miles is a piece of cake.

OK, good. I have no clue what I'll do next week, when I have to run 10 miles, but I think I'm covered for today.