Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
These were the sounds my body made as I walked up the three flights of stairs to my apartment after I kicked my own ass by running six miles nonstop. I know that six miles, by seasoned runners standards, isn't all that impressive. But to me, it marked the furthest I had ran since late last summer (6.8 in late July).
The goal when I stepped out on this beautiful day was not to run six miles, it was run a 5K in preparation for doing so in the Race For The Cure in Indy next month. But when I hit the 5K mark I decided to go run tell as the prophet Gump once did and "I just kept run-ning."
I hurt, but damn did it feel good. I celebrated the only way you really can in America. I took my wife and we went to the nearest bar for beer and greasy burgers. I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of Awesome.
Actually, we had already planned to head out since it's St. Patty's day and all. We actually sat at the bar next to an Ohio State fan who was rooting for Belmont to upset Wisconsin. The only reason I could think that an Ohio State was rooting for Belmont was that he really wanted to root for a clean team once this year. Zing!
We followed up with some amazing yogurt at Yogokiss. I am crushing on their banana yogurt. Yes, crushing.
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