For those of you that know me, I’m not one to toot my own horn, pat myself on the back, etc. However, from time to time, I perform some act or have some thought that truly amazes me. Tonight was one of those nights.
Due to the cold, the drizzle, and the fact that I didn’t have my nice running jacket & cap on hand, I headed straight from the office to the gym. I didn’t feel much like lifting weights or doing crunches, but I needed a good run, and I felt the treadmill would suffice. I’m not sure if it was the strap I was wearing to help support my IT band, the gel I gulped down after 2.5 miles into the run, the simple desire to pass my maximum, or some combination of those factors, but I ended up running non-stop for just over 7 miles. In slightly over 1 hour. That was just over my goal of a 10k (or 6.2 miles). Once I hit the 10k mark, I thought, “Eh, let’s just go past it and hit 7.” And that I did.
I remember the days of running the mile in junior high school, when I would be out of breath, near the back of the group. I always imagined I’d be able to go the entire distance without slowing down to a walk. I guess it only took my body an extra 15 years or so to catch up to my dreams (and multiply it by 7).
Half-marathon, you’re not too far off! (Okay, maybe you’re a little over 6 miles off, but you know what I mean).
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