145+. Can you say FUCK?

Did not run last night. Ran 6.38 miles today. (or for 1 hour and 2 min) My legs are killing me. The entire leg is killing me not just the shins. (I will be doing some serious icing tonight though)As I was rounding around 5 miles I turned onto a certain road and saw someone in front of me. Of course I have to speed up and pass this person. You know, show them "who is boss". I'm catching up to them and can't decide if it a woman or a man. All I know is that they have a white baseball cap on. I get closer and closer (my stride is awesome, it's like i'm in a race...i'm so full of myself) I get closer and closer....it's an 80year old gray/balding man. Oh, yeah, I am so (not) cool. Ok so now I have to keep up this stupid race pace I have going. I hit the light (at this miserable intersection) and I need to cross NOW or I'll sit here for 5 min. So I start a sprint (have I mentioned how cool I "think" I am?) Ok so I start the sprint... have you ever seen that commerical where the guy is at the Ironman and he just collapses before the finish line..his legs get all woobly and crazy, it's like watching a train wreck.... well on my sprint accross the highway my left leg starts to wobble like that guys. The next 5 min flash before my eyes, I collapse in the highway and try to crawl home, cars start to beep their horns, b/c I'm not crawling fast enough and an 80 year old gray haired man runs by and shows me who is boss. Well obviously that did not happen. I recovered. But I know those people in the first cars were like "oh noooooo, she's going to fall........whew she recovered".

later:

icing the shins hurts like hell!