Remember those “non-negotiable” twelve miles I was due on Saturday morning? The universe had a different plan. On Friday afternoon I got a kidney infection and was rushed out of Disney. Not only did I miss Mickey’s Christmas Party, but I was also in no shape to run the next day.
Not one to give up, I finally got them in this morning. At first I wasn’t sure I was going to make it because my legs were stiff as rocks when I got out of bed. Three consecutive days of walking around Disney parks—I logged nearly 45,000 steps on these thirty-year-old legs—will do that to you. I moved like molasses and clocked the first half mile at 13 min/mi. But as faja reminded me, “No matter how slow you go, you’re still lapping everyone on the couch.”
Once my legs warmed up around mile four, it was smooth sailing. I managed a perfect “predator run” (a Roy-ism for a run where each mile is slightly faster than the previous one), ending with a 9:37 min/mi pace on mile 12. I made my way to the car dancing to “16 Shots” à la this Tim Milgram video as my dad watched in awe. A few hours later, I’m resting on the couch, watching my family unwrap their Christmas gifts and reminiscing about a time when I wasn’t completely immobilized:
Before I go, I came upon another interesting conundrum during today’s run so I posted a poll. Leave your answer in the comments below or submit it via Twitter. Also, you can now follow me on Strava if you’re into that sorta thing. Merry Christmas, everyone!
On today’s run, I was surprised by the amount of people I passed that would not say “good morning”. Do you greet people you encounter on a run?
— Margarita Wells (@margaritaruns) December 25, 2017
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