So I had a pretty stressful morning. Hauling the little sicky to another appointment with another specialist, always puts me in knots. More tests, more maybes, more spazzing. By the time my mom met up with me so I could run I could hardly talk to her. I just told her, I have to go run and she totally gets it at this point.
My body is feeling okay, mind needed exhausted. I made it 3.5 feeling really good and thinking about going 5 although I had only scheduled 3. Then a huge lightning bolt and thunder crack and I shut flux off(garmin) because I didn't want to hold a lightning rod until i got another .5 to my van. I did four but I took the hint from god and headed home. "woman get thy ass to thy van before I zap thy ass"--God.
Side note, at miles 2. First time I ever threw up a little and kept going, like I said the mind needed a run.
Somebody to Love, Queen
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