Here's how it went down:
Me: Hey Meliss! You're still training for your half-marathon right?
Melissa: Yup
Me: Are you running this weekend, if so how far?
Melissa: 10 miles
Me: Okay! Count me in!
Melissa: Have you been running?
Me: Well, I ran 3 miles like two weeks ago...
Guess what guys?! I ran 10 miles and made it all the way, and felt pretty good the whole way. That's right. However...when Melissa and I stopped running so we could cool down about a block from the house...I realized my mistake. As soon as my legs stopped going, I realized I was shaking and literally could barely walk. I stopped in my tracks, looked at Melissa, and said "Holy Moly Meliss, I can't walk, my legs are shaking!" Melissa's response you ask? "Well I can't piggy-back you. Come on" So I slowly, painfully, walked the block. Then I saw the huge hill (okay really it was the gentle slope of the driveway...) and exclaimed "I don't think I can make it up this hill!" At this point Melissa and I started laughing really hard, only to add to my discomfort. Who knew laughing could take so much out of you? We grabbed some refreshment and went straight upstairs to our "hot tub" a.k.a the bath tub in the master bedroom. We threw on our swim suits and hopped right in.
The next few days were spent limping around the house.
Totally worth it.
