Lucky number seven

So our group (minus Agnes -- please come home Agnes!) completed our 7-miler yesterday, and this was really my first tough run. I mean, not that there haven't already been challenges. But this was the one where I really hit a point of fatigue and didn't recover well. We were at around mile five and I just started to notice that I had NO energy. I hadn't thought to bring a gel or an energy bar or anything, but that was definitely the time for it. Instead I just struggled through. I finished all right, but I really didn't feel very good when we were done.

No more running without gels! You're supposed to take in some carbs about every 40 minutes or so, and this was a pretty clear reminder of why that's a good idea. Also, I need to do a better job of doing the recommended cross-training. I'm still failing to keep up with that very well.

Oh, one other thing about yesterday's run... and this is sort of gross so if you are squeamish at all, just skip this paragraph. Okay, for those of you that are left: I got my first bad blister. I first noticed it after my run in Ireland, but I thought it was just a bruise on the second toe of my left foot. I remember occasionally having those from last time. But after I took off my shoes on Saturday I realized what it really was. The reason I was confused was because it was sort of (start gross part) black and blue and under my nail. Ew! Anyway, it's drained now (end gross part) and doing better. ...What, what? Too REAL for you??! Awwww hell. Kenner be sharin' ALL the nitty gritty details!

Anyway, things have been a bit hairy since I got back from Europe. Work and dog drama have led to me being a bit frazzled, but I'm happy to use running as an escape from it all! Once Agnes gets back things will be better.

Okay, I'm trying to get some work done so I have to get back to it. Tomorrow morning is another 40-minute run, we'll see how it goes. Have a great week, everyone.

K