Six miles for the March of Dimes seemed like an easy idea but I had never before run so far on asphalt nor in front of this many people. Â Kelly, Jess, and I started together and I kept to my rule of “I’ll go at your pace as long as you are actually running”. Â This held up for two miles before one of them needed to walk, and then again every half mile or so. Â At about 3.5 miles, I asked if they’d mind if I continued without them and they politely allowed me to depart. Â I took off. Â At around mile four I shot up a hill without tiring and thought to myself “ah, that’s what adrenaline feels like”. Â At around mile five, I was taken in by the sound of birds, the breeze, and the bucolic scene and thought to myself “ah, that’s what endorphines feel like”. Â If I didn’t finish first I came damn close. Â But this wasn’t a real race so I ran back and caught up with Jess and Kelly and literally pushed them to the finish line.
The whole experience was strangely fun until about two hours later when I had the feeling that my body was breaking down. Â Every joint in my body was seemingly seizing up and 1/2 my muscles hurt. Â In my contorted state I googled “running stretches” and learned the depth of my folly when I saw all the things I had failed to do. Â We need a run for warm-up, stretching, and cool down awareness.