Day 12: 17 Freaking Kilometres!

Seventeen.

Freaking.

Kilometres.

Seventeen. Freaking. Kilometres

This morning’s run nearly killed me. Nearly killed my legs at least. It was only supposed to be sixteen kilometres but I forgot everything including the map of my run so I added an extra kilometre unnecessarily. Between the hills and the distance, by the time I got to 12 I was dying. DYING! The funny thing is, I couldn’t bring my legs to move. The rest of my body was fine – I wasn’t panting, I wasn’t sweating more than for a shorter run but I just couldn’t bring my legs to move any faster. I stopped a couple of times during the run just because my body said NO! Normally with this kind of run, by the time I get to the end, I have some ridiculous sense of accomplishment but today I just felt shattered. My legs are still extremely sore. Walking is a massive pain but I hope that with the day off tomorrow everything will be alright.

If someone had told me three months ago that I would be running seventeen kilometres in about 2 hours I would have called them a liar. But here we are. Be magnified Lord. Accept this humble sacrifice.

Seventeen. Freaking. Kilometres.

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