Hooray! The streak is broken. I laced up the shoes that have not been worn since the Honolulu Marathon in December, brushed some beach sand off the bottom, and hit the lake this morning.
It was brutal.
I thought my legs would fall off.
I couldn't breathe.
I stopped twice for water from the city water pumps that taste like iron but sure tasted delicious today.
Three miles down.
Published on July 21, 2011 10:52