I hitched my carcus to the Susanna and Rachael wagon. I let them haul me around and listen to my crap for 15 miles. I kept up with the sub 10's for about 10 miles, but I called an end to that around mile 10 as I slowly dragged the whole group into the low 11's. I could see the shock and sadness in their eyes as at what I have become since we last ran. Even the multitude of new calves stading meekly next to their mothers in the fields and lovely green hue of the swollen Jordan river didn't do it for me. Could it be iron they asked? sleep? exhaustion? No my sweet ladies. I'm just slovenly, unmotivated and have trained and eaten badly since January. I thought I could pull it out of the bag for a running party, but sadly I do believe I might be back to the low iron. It was great to have company, but now I feel guilty because I couldn't keep up and they felt obligated to run back a few times to make sure the mountain lions and carion hadn't taken me out. It was wonderful to partake of their energy and company. It lifted my spirits to be reminded of their beautiful faces and graceful strength. |