I ache…oh, I ache.

19 today. Lumpy’s co-worker, and our friend, met us for the last 3.5-4-ish miles and boy, did I need her. I did 7 alone, came home to meet The Lump, get The Guinn, then we headed out to do 12 together. If I’m completely honest here, I didn’t even want to finish once I came back home. I had a so-so 7 by myself, and I knew that 19 would not feel any better. I am feeling up and down about this run. At one point, I had to stop Lumpy so I could take a moment to think and I told myself that I was most likely the only woman in Minnesota, and possibly most of the United States who was doing what she was doing right at that moment, and that helped get me to the next hydration/stretching/oh my God, I’m dying point. Then we had The Co-worker to look for and to meet, and that saved the rest of my day. She saved me from sobbing in pain, she saved me from giving up and asking if I could just take her car and meet them at the end, and she saved me from thinking I JUST COULD NOT DO ANYMORE. I’m at the point in the training where I know what is coming, and I know that it’s ugly. I dread this point in the training, even as I look forward to the power it gives me and the things I inevitably learn about myself. I am tired. And I ache.