This is my house.
This is my running route. A nice 3.0 mile loop.
If something bad will happen on my run, it will happen EXACTLY halfway through. You know, when I am as far as I can get from home. If I’m going to chafe, it will start halfway. If I’m walking with the stroller, Henry will have a meltdown exactly halfway. If I get sick, run out of water, need to pee really, really, really badly – it will happen halfway. Does this happen to anyone else?
It happens so regularly to me that it’s almost laughable – I fear the halfway mark! Today, I started to feel so queasy that I would’ve immediately turned around and headed home… if I had only not been so far away! Ah, the dreaded halfway mark. I ended up walking the next mile and a half.
Maybe I should redo my route. It’s like that spot is the Bermuda Triangle of Running Terribleness. Oh, well. Mileage is mileage is mileage.