i didn’t even go to yoga wednesday night because i felt so crummy.  we did go to the bridge run last night though and it seriously kicked my butt.  turned out i was much less up for it than i thought. 

i was in a pretty good mood when i started since i found some animals to watch on the backside of the pond.  and i had a big smile when a strange man was walking toward our group and several of the men-folk stopped and turned to watch me and make sure the man kept on walking past.  it was nice to feel so protected.  and then i felt like i was actually a bit faster on the first leg since i was already heading downhill when i met the first group coming back over the bridge.  that’s never happened before so either i was going faster or they were all going slower (which, unfortunately, is a possibility since most of them are doing the half-iron this weekend so they are tapering down but i prefer to think i was being a speed-demon). 

at the other end of the bridge, it all started to go downhill, so to speak.  i decided to add some distance by veering off through the college and circling back up to the road.  this was a mistake.  it seemed like it took forever to get back to the bridge and i was wary because i was by myself (no worries, cousin, my pepper-spray was tucked safely inside my purse back in the car) and no one knew where i had gone so there would be no men-folk watching protectively if strangers passed.  by the time i finally started climbing over the bridge again, i was done.  i’m talking D-O-N-E.  i wanted so badly to walk.  luckily, my hubby must have seen my struggle and, instead of finishing his second lap over, he turned and slowed drastically to jog with me all the way back to the car.  it was so nice to have company when i was feeling so shot.  he kept telling me i was doing great and i could make it.  he was highly encouraging even though i couldn’t stop gasping out expletives.  and i did make it back to the car without slowing to a walk.  based on the overall time and my assumed pace, i’m guessing i did between 3.7 and 3.8 miles.  i’m not sure if it was feeling crappy or the fact that i didn’t do my tuesday run that made it so much tougher.  i really think that the tuesday run helps on thursdays.