Half an M: Week VII.
If I said it’s been easy today, I am lying. A lot. It’s been my longest and my toughest run so far. Actually, the first time that I wasn’t sure if I was going to finish. The first 12k were going so well, then I made the mistake of eating something, to get some energy. It threw off my breathing, and it gave me massive pains in both sides. I tried slowing down to get my rhythm back, but nothing worked. So 7k more I had to go on, just wishing for the end. I would like to write more about it, but right now, I am horizontal and still not feeling good, even though the run ended hours ago. My brother, the other one (not the one training with me for the half an m) is better with computers than I am, and he is going to create a nice-looking graph of the weeks’ runs. What I can tell you is that it’s been the toughest so far, and that I ran 45k in one week. No wonder I’m ready to be horizontal for a while.