After work tonight I was determined to get a run
in. I was motivated and not going to
miss another day of running. I laced up
and headed out. According to my
schedule, I only had to do 6 miles. At
this point, that is a piece of cake for me.
The first 4 miles went by, I was in the home stretch, when I noticed all
the sudden how slow I was running, well below my normal pace. My feet felt heavy and my body tired. But I was 2/3 of the way done. I was just going to hurry up and get it over
with. I keep running but something
wasn’t right. I began to think about my
day and the events leading up so my run.
It was later at night then I thought it was and realized I hadn’t eaten in about
7 or 8 hours. I’m not diabetic, so not
sure exactly what low blood sugar feel like, but I’m pretty sure that is what
was happening. I only had one mile left
and I would be back home, but I knew I wasn’t going to make it. BUT, just as I came to that realization I
looked over and saw the glow of a candy vending machine, like it was heaven
sent. I got my self a snickers, sat down
near by and devoured it. After my
snicker break, I bounced back and was able to finish my last mile and get
home.
Time: 11 pm
Distance: 6.36 miles
Time: 52:01 minutes
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