What do a beast and a dying cat have in common? Me.

Running Beast
     While I'm not sure what a dying cat feels like I'm pretty sure how I felt last night was pretty darn close. (OK, maybe dying is a little extreme.. and morbid, but it's too late now.)
     Anyways, I ran my longest distance to date yesterday evening. The hubs and our boys were dropping off Thomas' newest girlfriend (one of his new racecar bodies) and that left me all alone for an extended period of time. My initial plan was to get in 4 miles, tops, but as I ran my mindset changed. I thought, "I'll go ahead and attempt a 10k OR run until Thomas gets home. Whichever happens first is what I'll do." Mile 2 came around.. then mile 3... still no Thomas. So I kept going. Mile 4... mile 5.. and he still wasn't home! So, I accepted my fate and strived toward the goal - 6.2 miles.
     Wouldn't you know, just as I was rounding my LAST corner they pulled into the driveway. It was FATE! Or luck. Or neither, who cares?! I FREAKIN' RAN 6 POINT FREAKIN' TWO MILES!
Without walking.. or crawling.. or rolling around in convulsions in the middle of the road gasping for air.
     When I made it back to the driveway, with 6.21 miles under my belt, I felt like a running beast. The high of my accomplishment lasted a whole 3.5 seconds after I stopped running and started walking.  My. Legs. Were. Bricks.
     I made a few walking laps in front of the house and headed to the couch. That was when the dying cat syndrome set in. I don't know if I didn't walk long enough after.. or if the temperature change was the issue but I could not breathe. My nose burned and it felt like my chest wasn't moving. An oxygen tank would have been AMAZING right about then.. maybe I should invest in one....
     When I finally caught my breath, the length of my run set in and I was back to Beast Mode! I clicked my GPS watch to my last run stats and shoved it in Thomas' face. I stood there anxiously waiting for him to jump up and down and ask for my autograph. Any second.. I stood there... any second he's gonna freak out... any second... "That's awesome." I believe were his words. Yeah... awesome... I mean, I just ran 6 miles.. on foot.. without dying or being chased. So, yeah, no biggie..
     For AT LEAST the next 5 minutes he heard about my run. IN DETAIL. How AMAZING it was. How I didn't walk an inch and how my breathing was perfect. How I almost tripped and flattened my face in the pavement...yaddy yadda ya... I would have kept going but it was about that time that I started to smell myself.. so I hit the shower.
     After the shower I took to social media! LOOK WHAT I DID!!! SOMEONE ASK FOR MY AUTOGRAPH!!!! WOO HOO!! GO ME!!! GAHHHHHHHH! While some showed enthusiasm.. no one was nearly as excited as I was. In all honestly, how excited would I be to see that someone else ran 400 miles.. UMMM NOT EXCITED AT ALL.. show off.. So, I don't blame you folks but I appreciate all the "Likes"
     I hit the hay and ended the day with a sore back, aching knees, KT tape, and a head the size of Canada.
     For the record.... I'd be more than willing to give you my autograph..

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