This week was the most hated week of the semester by students: finals week. I remember when my family used to watch "The Biggest Loser" on TV together, and the contestants always had the hardest time keeping weight off when they went home and had to return to their regular lives again. It's hard to balance all your everyday tasks and still make time to exercise. I haven't had too much of a problem finding time to exercise until this week. It was finals week. All my finals were due on Monday and Tuesday. The good news about this is that I get done with my finals by Tuesday. The bad news is that I only have until Tuesday to get ALL of my finals done. I did what any student would do if they wanted to get decent grades on their projects and tests. I didn't go to sleep Monday night. I stayed awake nearly 40 hours straight aside from twice when I fell asleep for ten to twenty minutes.
I still ran on Monday, though. We ran four miles. I could feel food in my stomach as I ran and I was already pretty tired from the day, but we did it, and that's what counts. It is more of an accomplishment to go out an run when you don't feel like it. On our run last Friday we went eight miles. I was pretty tired the first few miles of that run too, but picked up some speed by the end. Meesh was hurting towards the end of the run, and with about a mile and a half left we had to make a stop to a building on campus so she could used the restroom. Even with the discomfort, we were all proud of ourselves for running eight miles. This Friday we are running ten! That's the farthest I have ever run before, and that was at the end of cross country season when I was in top shape. I can't wait to go that far again.
One of the best parts of training for a marathon is the bragging rights. It is a common occurence, when weekends are coming up, for us to just throw it out there during conversation around people about how much we are running. "How much are we running this week, Kal? Oh, ten miles? Sounds awesome! I can't wait!" Our roommates shake their heads at us when we bring it up. Just wait until we are running twenty miles. It'll sound more like, "So are you excited to run twenty miles?" "Heck yes! It'll be epic!" What would your face look like if you heard that conversation?
During our eight mile run on Friday the sky looked incredible. To the west the sun was sinking towards the horizon and it was glowing red. The entire sky was neon. On the other side to the east was the moon. It was full and bright. I couldn't stop staring at it. It almost made me forget that I was extremely tired. Later that night when we were back home, I saw a post on Facebook that there was an eclipse that day. No wonder it looked so incredible! Every day following that day, the sunset has been stunning, with the sun glowing neon red.
After a nice nine-hour sleep last night, I felt ready to run again. We only ran four miles, but it felt a lot better to run than it has felt in a long time. It snowed this morning for the first time in weeks, so we had a nice inch-layer of fluffy snow to run on. It was slick in places, and Kal had fun running and sliding on his feet down the hills. I am known to fall, so I decided against sliding around too much on purpose.
Friday is our last run all together before being seperated for four months. It'll be more challenging to go out and run on our own, but we can do it. We have to be ready for when we run our marathon in June!
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