Don't ask me... I am not even sure what happened...
all I know is- I headed down the track... around the big pond that circles up over and across to complete a full mile... there my legs go- and I hang on for dear life...
And they kept going...
and going...
and finally I reminded them that they may need to slow down, take a rest, relax a second... who did they think they were anyhow?
But no- they ran 1 mile....
2 miles...
and by #3 I had had enough. I wasn't out of breath, I wasn't winded or achy. I just wasn't ready to have come out on the fly- no plans made to run that day... my usual 1.5 huff-n-puff. Nope... I was out there at that pond just because These 2 short stubby legs were tired of sitting around the house all day.
It was my first time ever in all my almost 40 years on planet earth to run 3 miles... it was sunday- today is tuesday... and I still can't believe it.
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