Near Death

I'm thankful I didn't die on my run on Saturday.  It was one of those runs where I felt that at any moment I just might kill over dead.  Eight miles felt more like 80.  Short hills felt like mountains.  My running partner was likely embarrassed as I sweat and breathed like a fat kid.  It was horrible!  

I blame this near death experience on two things:  A) my lack of sleep, and B) because my current shoes were completely shot .  Shot, as in, part of the right heel was missing (worn off) kind of shot.  [Or maybe it's just C) and I had a bad run].

So, coupon in tow, I picked these up at the local store.  I'm excited to try them out.  And I hope my next run is better.  My life is counting on them.