friday...three indicators of one shouldn't proceed:
results--still out of balance...this is too high, this is too low and that's borderline so who knows.
a twisted ankle on a late night short jog (the kind that leaves in you in silent angry tears...'this is unbelievable' kinda thing)
and "the watch"...I didn't care about this one...the watch could not be found...the satellite thingy measuring every step and heartbeat and thought...jk...somebody bounced about tormented which was totally stressful.
saturday we found this, "...Tough times don't last. But tough people do."
And it was one of those moments.
A pause.
A smile.
Meshing of green and blue eyes.
And the silent, "perfect".
mile 11.5 ... kidneys and ribs raging (have no idea why those pains in place of muscles and joints)...the little voice, "the wonderful thing about tigger is I'm the only one" ringing in my head...and something about tough people on my wrist which at that point was foreign but still something somehow still worth trying to be...worked.