from June 10th...
"Sixth Sense"I knew it.
I just knew it.
Two days ago, I did a run with Matt and Bug, and I could barely. keep. up. I was like, uhhhhhh, what is this?! Struggling for a 9:45/min mile? Are you freaking kidding me?
Last night, I felt all huge and bloated after a delicious lunch of peanut butter chocolate chip pancakes with my work buddies (gotta love final exam week!), and I was disgusted with myself. It was a lovely evening, so after I put Bug to bed, I thought I'd go out and hammer a few miles.
Or so I thought.
The first mile felt like I was laboring, so I expected to see a sub-9. It was 9:15. And it went downhill from there. I struggled, and I mean struggled, to stay around 9:40s. And after a half hour, I was DONE.
What was happening? How on earth did I go from running 13.1 miles at a pace of 8:10/mile THREE WEEKS AGO to THIS?!
We're not THAT lucky, are we?
Come to think of it...I have been pretty freaking tired the past week or so.
*gimme the stick...where's that stick thingy...*
And suddenly, it all made perfect sense. And I was overwhelmed with a sense of joy and excitement and fear and love and here we go again no turning back now and sheer and utter amazement.
This time, I really know what this means. And although part of me is scared, because let's be honest, I feel like I'm just starting to get the hang of this thing...the thought of my little Bug being a big brother just makes me feel more love than I can explain.
Time for the next journey...destination, February 17, 2010.