The chronicles of an out of shape (and obviously deranged) romance writer who got the insane idea to run a marathon.
Monday, August 12, 2013
No Euphoria Yet
After spending a three-day weekend resting and carbo-loading....I didn't see any improvement. Well, that's not precisely accurate. I jogged in place fewer times as I slogged around the block. But my lungs still burned, and I felt awful. The rabbits could hear me coming from half a mile away. One of these days I have to improve, don't I?