I'm telling you - I was a graceful gazelle, sprinting across the Sahara, a falcon sweeping through the sky, a Stephen Harper proroguing parliament in the blink of an eye. I'm telling you - it was beautiful! And, I did it again the next week!
It's not that this happened without pain. I wasn't able to walk. I mean literally. I couldn't walk more than five blocks. In fact, "walking" is putting it kindly. What I was doing was more along the lines of attempting to keep myself upright long enough so my extremely sore, swollen ankle didn't collapse underneath me. In fact, I'm seriously thinking of getting hooked up with one of these.
But I have to say it was a bit of a breakthrough. I now know that even if it takes me 3 hours, I will be able to do this. I may not make it running through the whole thing, but I'm going to try. Even if it totally breaks my body in the process.
Oh also, when you run for 2 hours, you can eat anything you want. So after my next one, I think I'll eat a whole cake, 12 litres of ice cream, three cartons of cream, 7.5 tubs of lard (not eight - I don't want to be ridiculous). and a carrot (for good measure).
Thanks for all the encouragement all. If anyone wants to join me for my next 2 hour run, you are more than welcome. Now now, don't all volunteer at once!
XOXO.
Sabrina
