Ran a Mile and a Quarter. Want. To. Die.
At least I can say that I wagered correctly-I did run the first half mile. Then, I walked a half mile. Then, I ran another half mile, walked a quarter of a mile and, when Hugh goaded me into it; sprinted the last quarter mile.
By the time we got back to our front porch I was wheezing like an asthmatic, my calves were cramping like a fist and my lungs burned as though they were on fire.
I am much improved today, a little sore but none the worse for wear. Of course, the soreness will increase exponentially as the day goes on, leaving me totally jacked up for boxing this evening.
On the other hand, I ran a mile and a quarter, I rulz!