Last Sunday I ran 7.25 miles. My goal had been eight, but I miscalculated the distance around the lake, and by the time I had circled it twice I was in no mood to try and add an additional .75 miles, so I quit. I was not disappointed . I was proud.
7.25 miles is the longest distance I have run since I gave birth to Evan. My pace was also decent. 9'15"/mi. It honestly wasn't even that hard. I am feeling strong, and beginning to believe that perhaps some day in the not so distant future I will actually reach my goal of completing a half marathon.
I am self motivated but I also have a fair amount of pride, so I figure if I put it out there on my blog and Facebook, I will hold myself accountable.
So to all the kids who picked me last in gym class, to the girl who never thought she could... you can kiss-my-you-know-what.
I am going to do this.
Watch me. Run.