I was hoping to have the best run today. I was feeling good and ready. My husband wanted me to go to the dump with him so I got all my running stuff on and went with him. About 10 miles away from home I told him to pull over and let me out cuz I was running home. Well he pointed out that there was no where to stop or a should for me to run on, so I ended up at the 8 mile mark. About as the truck disapeared from me I relized how cold it was and how hard the wind was blowing and just my luck it was blowing right in my face. I did not bring gloves so my hands froze and most of my treck home was straight so the wind was against me most of the way. At one point I got some pebbles in both my shoes. Big mistake I kept going because I thought if I took my shoe off it would get more rocks in there. So I went about three miles that way. My feet felt like the pebbles had completely cut through my feet before I sat down and took my shoes off and cleaned them out. I thought my feet were bleeding. (no blood)
So it took me two hours. Its a start. My husband was thinking that he was going to go looking for me in 5 minutes and if he didn't find me he was going to call the police. (Kind of funny) I told him not to worry until 3 hours had gone by.
It is much more entertaining running out side verses the treadmill. | 