The chronicles of an out of shape (and obviously deranged) romance writer who got the insane idea to run a marathon.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Lots of heavy breathing this morning -- and not of the romantic type. My lungs were on fire as I slogged around the block. No improvement in my distance, either. I'm still doing three half-mile intervals, or just under that distance, walking up the hills and stopping occasionally to jog in place. I could use a boost here!