Inward determination

This morning I felt like crap. My stomach hurt. The kind of weird hurt when I think I'm hungry, but I know if I eat anything- I'll just feel worse. Those days make it hard to get out and run. Also my dad is here visiting and the temptation to sit and drink coffee with him almost sank my good intentions.

I dressed, laced up my shoes and turned on my ipod. One bar of power left. Should be enough. I'll just run a short route, since I'm feeling kinda bad. However, I started down American River and when I got to the intersection where I HAD to make a decision of which way to go...I kept going, took a chance, went out on limb wondering if my leg, stomach, lungs would carry me through. They did. I past Westville, past Paymaster and turned to go up Pointed Rocks. Now, you must know that pointed rocks is all uphill (or down depending on which way you are going). It dead ends into Westville trail.

***Boy, I should post a map?? Okay, I'll work on that.***

Anyway- I had to stop twice on Pointed Rocks, once on Westville. Even though the route was hard, I'm glad I went that way. My heart told me to. My inward determination. I feel better and stronger.

Hungry as hell...pain in my side...but good for the soul.

did I mention stinky? Yuck!