I have no idea how I made it, but somehow I slogged through 10 miles of humidity Sunday morning.
It was hot. I was tired. Breathing was shallow, but there wasn’t a time when I wanted to quit.
Through the trails of Cotuit, past the horse farms in Marstons Mills and down Cotuit Rd in Mashpee (one of the longest, most boring roads I’ve ever been on) I promised myself to keep moving.
When it was done, I had covered the 10.5 miles in about 90 minutes.
It’s probably my slowest 10 miles in the past two years, but I didn’t care about my time. Sunday’s run was about patience and perseverance.
I’m off to the doctor in 45 minutes. I’m hoping that he’ll be able to give me a wonder drug that will clear my lungs and help me to enjoy running again. These past two weeks have been anything but enjoyable.
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