When I got to the MOUNTAIN of 1,000 Steps, I started to hike and the Boob behind me started talking about eating NACHOS at his upcoming SUPER BOWL party. BLECH and GAK once again!
"Should I have guacamole or just beans?" "Sour cream?" "Which has more calories, beans or guacamole?" I was SO ready to snap at him but the thought of turning around on the steep incline and accidentally "seeing" what I had just climbed freaked me out so I kept working on the hill. The thought of food sent me up the hill faster, you can't really throw up while you are straddling a boulder and trying to climb step # 345. I'm not saying I conquered my GOAL of NOT WALKING the hills but I did strut my stuff trying to get away from Boob.
I finished the race. Was I sick? Did I run with stomach flu? Food poisoning? Car sick? Who knows but I ran with all that was within and a little of what was on the freeway and ended up with a PR by seconds...one that I had set four years ago. It made me happy to know that getting OLDER, getting sick and getting over the guacamole has only made me stronger.
Bring on the hills, bring on the trails, bring on the fun.
By the way, my Garmin isn't holding a charge,