I can't shake the feeling that I smell potatoes.
First it started off as a baked potato, then somehow it turned into French fries.
I'd like to say it's heavenly, having these amazing smells guide me- then suddenly it smells like fried deformed chicken and my stomach goes into knots... I realized I was passing Chick-fil-A.
GROSS.

As I continue... I think of how I passed up happy hour and sushi with my friends.
All I can imagine is fried banana and sake- amazing!

I suddenly come to a stop.
Red light.... Figures.
As quickly as I began- I stopped.

There's someone talking to me. She's not my favorite person.
Her voice is, I can not even find the words, but it's like nails on a chalk board.

She's reminding me that I've ran 5 miles at a pace of 7:15. Say What!!!
I'm currently in Beverly Hills!! Now I have to run back, through WeHo and Hwood!!
Whoops.

Boy does time fly when your lost in thoughts.

Today's training plan was to run 7 miles comfortably and although I did not feel as though I was sprinting, my pace shows I was.

I'd like to thank having the ultra teams notifications on Facebook.
There's nothing like enjoying a nice cold beer after work with yours friends when fb pops up that today was the mid week long run.
Dang.

So, I thank you, dear friends.
Thank you for inspiring me!

It's the little things along the way, these next four months, that will help me cross that finish line and be able to say I have ran 50 miles.
Wait did I say 50 miles.

No.
I believe I wrote it- but same thing.

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.


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Postscript*****
I would like to thank my dad, Hector "Papa" Guadarrama for his generous donation toward my fundraising.
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