7 miles of Hell

Saturday was my first 7 mile day. I knew that it was not going to be a good day when I got up and I felt like I had 80 year-old knees. This stupid weather, while it may be offering some relief from the heat, wrecks havoc on my knees. But I got up and pulled on my running clothes anyway. We met up at Lake Hefner for our run, and I was geared up and ready to go. I got about 1 mile into my run and I just couldn't run anymore. My knees were throbbing and aching with every step I took. My sister hung back and encouraged me through the next couple of miles. I guess that I took much longer than anticipated because one of the coaches called another one of the coaches looking for me. I was still going, slowly but surely. When I got to the turnaround, my coach wanted to know if I had to stop off at the port-a-john again. VERY FUNNY!! : ) I started feeling a little better and started to run a little more, when one of my coaches drove by and told me to stop running and walk the rest of the miles to save my knees. So I walked a lot more than I wanted, but I finished my first 7 mile day.