Susan just keeps going and going...like a damn fool.

After the comfort and success of running 7 miles in the relative safety of my neighboring country roads - as opposed to running alone on an isolated canal towpath in a thunderstorm- I drove around the local countryside like a stalker, noting mileages. I figured out there is a variety of combinations of routes all the way up to 12 miles. That last 1.1 mile is just gonna have to be run at the Half-Marathon on faith---and insanity. I know this is of no use to anyone but me, but here is my spiffy map. See it and be amazed.


And then because it makes no sense to be logical, after all that effort, I drove to the gym, to do some miles on the treadmill. Yes, friends, there IS a treadmill in my basement, but my feet, knees, and legs in general hurt so much figured that I would warm up on the treadmill at the gym and then do some weight training. Oddly enough, once I started on the treadmill NOTHING hurt... I ended up walking/running 5 miles. I DON'T GET IT. When I'm passing out on the couch watching endless reruns of Law and Order, House, and NCIS everything throbs and I despair of completing even one mile of the 13.1. I wish there were some rule of thumb to tell you which pain is a pain that will go away by exercising and which pain signals that your kneecap will become unscrewed and go rolling across the floor if you as much as bend over to tie your sneakers on.