I am aware of every muscle, bone, tendon, capillary, and nerve ending in my legs. Billy and I have been training for the Disney Marathon and even on vacation, I've vowed to keep to the schedule as best as I can. Our weekly long run is normally scheduled for Saturday mornings, but tomorrow Susan, and Ali, and I will be on the road. So I went out and did twelve this morning.
You may not be aware of this, but Florida is flat. People come to Florida from the Mid-western Flat Lands and say, "Yo, Florida's flat." So I've been training at sea level and challenged by the occasional bridge that spans various bodies of water in Stuart, FL. Sometimes, I'm so challenged that I walk the uphill side.
But here in the North Carolina Smokey Mountains, it's not flat and it's there is no terrain I'm aware of at sea level. This morning, I ran twelve Mountain Miles. I don't know what that translates to in Florida Flat Land Miles (I googled a conversion tool to no avail - there must be some dispute over the mathematic formula) but I'm guessin' that's like running 120 miles back home (I used a scientific multiplier of ten to the first power).
I ran from my mother-in-law's house to Mars Hill College (4.5 up-hill miles), ran six laps around the sports fields (3 up-hill miles), and back home (4.5 more up-hill miles).
So... I'm pooped.
How'd you spend Black Friday?