I am back from my "10 mile run." And it wasn't 10 miles. More than 8 but less than 9 and took me almost an hour and a half. I felt okay for the first 3 and half-- though I had toyed with cutting it short and making it 6 as early as a mile in. That choice has to be made right before I hit the three mile mark. But idiot that I am decided to stay with the 10 mile plan. I started walking shortly after 4 miles. After walking for a bit I just decided to turn around--at least it would be mostly downhill.
It was a crawl home. I'd run for a bit, start to feel dizzy and then walk for a bit and then run and then feel dizzy and then walk and so on and so on. Just miserable.
Ugh!!! I just want to feel better.
Off to get Parker and Beau, then Carmella and probably Parker's brother Austin. I promised the kids I'd take them to the park today. Maybe I should wear one of those little masks I see old men wear when they cut the grass.