One-eyed runner
I met my new friend Barbara out on the river path this morning at 5 a.m. Woo hoo! I woke up in time! Of course, since I have to run through a vacant dirt lot, I was petrified. But I had my pepper spray, cell phone and very cool new toy from my friend Karen - it emits a shrieking noise. So I made it through okay.
We took off running - she was much faster than I - and not 5 minutes later, I tripped on old chewed-up concrete and took a dive. Totally scraped off my skin down my right calf and thigh - right where the skin just grew back from the last nasty fall I took! Got up, kept going. Through construction, over bridges, lots of fun. Turned around about 45 minutes into the run, and about a mile from home, I pushed my glasses back up my nose, and out popped the left lens! I found it and put it in my pocket, but man alive, it is no fun to run with just one eye.
My right leg was still throbbing from the fall I took earlier, and the last mile home is full of rocks and dirt and stuff that will trip me up so easily! Thank goodness, I didn't fall again, and I managed to weave my way home. Yikes!
Turns out I did 7 miles this morning - yes - SEVEN MILES!!! Woo hoo! I'm learning how to go farther and farther without feeling like it's farther! I'm hoping to eventually get up to the point where 10 miles before work is nothing. Plus, I did it in 80 minutes, which worked out to about 11:26/mile - for that many miles, that is a great pace. (Yes, I know, I'm slow.)
On track for Pemberton, yay!