(Yes, that’s right. I just referenced a Skid Row song. I’m not sure what’s worse – that it’s showing my age or or my taste in music? It’s a toss up.)
So 18 miles today. EIGHTEEN. That is officially the furthest I’ve gone. WAHOOO for me. I ran 16 last Saturday. I didn’t write about it because it wasn’t a great run. And I know, I know – they aren’t all great. But I really felt like I didn’t put much into that 16 so what I got from it was…not much. This 18? Well, I can’t say that I put a ton into it either but it’s different for some reason. Maybe because it was EIGHTEEN MILES?
I ran the first 10 with my regular running girls, Serene, Dianna, Robin, and Kim. It was a slow 10 (Dianna and Robin are running their very first FULL marathon next weekend in DC, The Marine Corp Marathon). The last 8 miles I did on my own. They were actually a bit faster pace than my first 10. Not much faster but some. It’s weird. I prefer to run with people but I run so much better when alone. I get into that kind of zen place when I’m by myself. I don’t seem to beat myself up as much. Again, weird.
My only real complaint about the day…I had to run up the hill at Glen Oaks 3 times. THREE TIMES PEOPLE (you McKinney folks know what I’m talking about). AND the hill in front of the Starbucks – TWICE. I swear I wanted to punch those people sitting at their little tables drinking Pumpkin Spice Lattes when I passed by that second time. And yes, I realize I just said I was in a zen place. Whatever. Obviously, my zen is different than yours.
And I’m feeling pretty great right now. Considering. My feet and ankles hurt but that’s about it. It’s amazing how far I’ve come. I remember not that long ago hardly being able to walk after 13 miles. Could I have done 8 more for 26.2? I don’t think so. That’s a little scary. That 18 was all I had in me. 26.2 seems light years away. But I’m sure I’ll get there. Eventually.
One foot in front of the other.