Notes
I knew this was going to be a tough run - and with that in mind, I'd told myself I couldn't focus on how tough it'd be. But I was right, it was a tough run.
I'd done 12 yesterday & then headed to my mothers, where I worked hard shoveling dirt & stone all afternoon. I had two pulled pork sandwiches for lunch, but discovered when I came home I didn't have much in the house. I had a small helping of leftover pasta, but didn't feel like making more. Later I talked myself into a box of Mac & Cheese, but that was it. Stupid.
I'd wanted to get early out for the colder morning weather & set the alarm for 7:30, but needed the sleep & wanted to make sure my stomach was settled, so it was 9 by the time I got out the door.
It probably wasn't smart, but I also plotted out a bunch of hill climbing. By the time I got up there, the sun was brutal. I got baked. I'm glad I had my hat on me, but it was still awful.
I'm glad it's over & exhausted now.