My feet hurt.
There is no end to blisters.
The hair on my arms has long-ago been bleached white in the sun -- all the way up my shoulders. I can see peach fuzz everywhere!
My skin is latte' brown, aside from this dollop of cream where my Garmin rests on my wrist. I am amazed that I keep getting browner and browner when I go out. I though that would stop.
I indulged my doubt and ran 23 miles today.
T minus 14 days to raceday!
2 comments:
Well, I guess you don't like you are from Seattle any more! :-P
Glad to hear that things are going so well. I envy those runs in the desert. You are right, they have such a special smell.
Run into any Yucca yet?
I do not believe I have run into Yucca.
I certainly do not look like a Seattlite! In the last two weeks I have had the occasion at looking at a photo from my trip to Miami in March and remarking how pale I was and looking at a photo from September and gawking at how dark I am. It's surreal. I do not believe I have been this dark in my life.
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