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I am not sure what to say after you hurdle something, but “hurdled” sounds good!

Saturday night, I checked to see the forecast was rain by 2 AM and solid into Sunday.  This was at 10 PM, so I took rain as a sure thing. 

At 6:50 I woke up, or my bladder woke me up.  From across the room, it didn’t look like it was raining out.  Maybe, it wasn’t!  I used stealth-ninja mode to escape the bed without waking the husband or cats and stole to the bathroom.  The windows from the bathroom overlook the backyard, where it was definitely not raining!  I rechecked the weather on my phone to find that the rain was now planned for 10 AM.  Did I say I was upset the weather was not predictable?  I’m glad the forecast failed!  I can actually, finally do my 8 miles.  A distance that has plagued me for a month, through wrong turns and sickness.

After I was dressed and fueled, it occurred to me that I would actually need in-run fuelling.  Looking around and seeing Easter candy, I grabbed jellybeans.  I rolled them into some plastic and tucked them into my hand. 

Watered-down Gatorade and jelly beans. Maybe not the fuel of champions, but I don't see anyone passing out medals in my kitchen.

Now for the first step to success!  I followed the right road this time and felt great!  After 4 miles I decided to break into the jelly beans.  It went well until around 6 miles when the plastic unrolled and some jelly beans were lost to the pavement.  Poor little beans.

The last mile was a little tricky, but I made it with the sort of euphoria that leaves you happy and wanting to tell everyone.  I secretly hoped that one of the few neighbors I now know might ask what I was up to as I ran by.  Of course before 9 on Sunday, most people aren’t hanging about in their yards.

A unpleasantry I am grateful to live without, sweating, does plague me on runs.  It is part of why the plastic unrolled, it got slimy.  I am a very lucky person who rarely sweats, to the point that I don’t actually wear deodorant for most of the year.  I know some of you hate me now, but my husband sweats for 3 people and I do most of the laundry.  I have found a new outlook on my sweat that makes me happy.

If only I could pick which  fat got to cry…

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