… from my 16 k run last night:
The sausage was perhaps a bit too big. Well, it was definitely too big.
Wouldn’t it be great to run a 10-miler tonight? I haven’t been able to do that this year yet while E is almost 6 months!
I should have cut the toe nails first.
Why am I doing this? What am I trying to show here?
Only somebody as stupid as me cuts the excessive bottle belt strap so short that after fastening, the belt makes breathing impossible. Hmm, last year the strap was not too short….
Would it help to shave off the 10 kg extra fat and get back to my pre-pregnancy weight first?
Why oh why did I ever suggest to run towards the sunset? I will never make it to the beach on time.
Why running at all?
Everybody around me runs like crazy: ultramarathons, uphill races, 24 hours non stop. Do I really stop after one short hour, whining? And what exactly is my problem? Do I have blisters all over my feet? Is my leg broken? Do I really suffer from any pain? No. Then there is no excuse.
Am thirsty. Want a hot shower. Both at home, still 4 k to go…
Made it! Really, did I? Wow, it actually feels pretty good now.