I was running the other weekend and I was panting and struggling to get through my 6 miles, when I came to the conclusion: I have run so hard, I turned Frenchie. Not in terms of running on all 4’s like a deer or in my case a turtle, but my face very much represented Shandy’s most derpiest moment.
Dehydrated, hot, dripping sweat, and cotton mouth; I managed to finish my 6 miles with a “hair lip”. That’s right, a “hair lip.” You ever have that feeling that your mouth is so dry that your lips stick to your teeth. Imagine that but on the body of someone running through historic annapolis. Classy right?