It was somewhat distracting trying to figure out what to do next. Dann haben wir wieder vier Tage frei. Juli um 15:20 Uhr gehts los. The pack was already starting to thin out a bit. Und ihr bleibt auch von mir nicht mit einem Screenshot verschont. .
You made it up the biggest hill in the race! He made himself scarce and if they were to meet somewhere, the blond would make sure to keep away from him as much as possible. I ended up with a good about of water on my arms and almost none in my mouth. Dann sind es leider wieder drei Wochen und drei tage Schule bis zum 28. Außer der Tatsache, dass es ein Monat vor Australien ist. There were few people around me, but some of them were walking.
. I know I've given everything that I have and today, for the first time in 4 years, it was enough. Mizuki shifted beside him uncomfortably as well, ready to stop them if things got too far. I could tell I was still holding pace but it was taking juuuust slightly more effort to do so. Das ist die Sache die zählt! Was now an absolutely evil, 10-15 mph headwind. A scowl was on his face as he crossed his arms in front of him. He could only stare at Koujaku for a while, shocked at that piece of information.
There was a surprising amount of spectator support as we made yet another turn onto Monroe, and living in Boston for 5 years has made me forget how absolutely wonderful it is to see an entire damn town of people decked out in Badgers and Packers gear. However, if I had to choose, I think I accomplished the goals that contributed most to improving my happiness and overall well-being. All credits go to the right owners. The only issue that started to emerge during miles 2-4 through the arb was the fact that I had needed to pee since the start of the race. But I was wondering just how many more hills my legs were going to tolerate, because unfortunately I knew that this was not the last one. Well wasn't that great news?! I literally could not wipe the smile off my face for the next 5 miles of the race. But then I guess I'd want to apologize for the lack of update with 'I'm Just Your Problem', School has been tough and it's really just very stressful.
At the time I didn't think too much about it, but I think I was a little bit shocked. Wahrscheinlich ist euch schon der Post vom letzten Mal auf die Nerven gegangen, weil ihr ihn immer und immer wieder gesehen habt. Es ist eher eine Art Zeiten-Übersicht. Ich erkläre sie euch: Fangen wir von vorne an. But then Aoba was his childhood friend and he knew he could open up to him. And thus the reason why he was here now. I wasn't thinking about the miles to go, or even the fact that I was racing.
This was just another lovely family dinner, right? The addition of hills and wind to that usual problem was starting to drain my confidence. I tried out a lot of things for the first time during this race, one of which was listening to music. Ellena is a slave in Gor and Lotte is Free women both active charioteers that i use frequently in role play and in fighting. The pulsing rhythm suddenly woke me out of my stupor and I realized - 2 freaking miles to go. I caught up to them around mile 24, which also happened to be the point where my legs were on the verge of collapse.
Couldn't bring myself to do it at that point in time, but this story ain't over yet. And then I made a choice. And so once again, despite the pain, I was happy. The downhill that followed hardly made up for the devastating climb we had just made, but it was almost over. Swiveling in his chair to check on his childhood friend, he looked at the miserable expression he wore. Yet again, I started wondering - am I kind of like.
But the great part about it was, I wasn't really even worried about that. Aoba watched as Koujaku chewed on his lip, apparently confused on how to approach the subject until finally he graced him with those red orbs. Since moving and starting a new journey, I have also been reunited with some really great friends. I took my first Gu at mile 5. I also ate some fries, which seemed like maybe not the smartest thing but it was the only vaguely carb-like item on the menu. He rubbed his face again and shook his head. It was so early in the race that my legs were responding very well to the ups and downs and I was pleased to see myself still holding the 7:30 pace with minimal additional effort.
But then why was Koujaku acting this way? I got back to the hotel around 8:30, painted my nails my new 'badass' race color of so-purple-it's-almost-black, got my bib person set, and watched the Ohio State-Michigan State game for a bit college football that I am vaguely, but not really invested in: the best relaxation there is. The blond wasn't backing out though. The sun had come out, Lake Mendota was full of chop through the trees, and the fall leaves were just glowing. As soon as we turned onto the downhill, Born To Run started playing, I almost started crying, and then I started grinning from ear to ear. Because this is where it happens. And quite honestly, whether the number of seconds after the 3:22 was 10 or 47, that's not really what matters. .
I absolutely did not believe I could do it. Mile 8 came up very quickly and I came in just under an hour - still hanging right around those 7:30s. It felt better with the tape but I was totally hyperaware of it and couldn't stop imagining twinges in my hamstring and calf. I had absolutely no idea what the day was going to bring, what I was capable of, etc. Und deswegen zähle ich die Tage, jeden einzelnen Tag. I didn't think about my training or lack thereof.