So this time last week I had finished an amazing run in Miami - 8 miles, y'all! - and was thinking that I would have no problem in tomorrow's Marathon of the Palm Beaches, in which I am running the first 8.7 miles with my fabulous Palm Beach Post relay team. And I was to avenge myself and my pride from the drubbing we took last year in the world's stinkiest, hottest, most dehydrated leg imaginable. Torture.
And then in the middle of a short run Tuesday, I got shin splints like a mofo.
Uh-oh.
So is tomorrow gonna be my redemptive Rocky moment or my indie film moment of disappointment?
Pray for me.
And come cheer along Flagler/Olive.
1 comment:
I'll be there baby! Good luck!
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