Today we ran six miles.
Six months ago I couldn’t run one mile.
Four months ago I could run most of three miles.
Until six weeks ago a 5k – 3.1 miles – was the furthest I had ever run in my life.
Today I came within a quarter mile of doubling that number.
Eight weeks from tomorrow my husband and I are running in our respective and collective first Half-Marathon. After driving the course last Sunday we decided to change the route of our Saturday training runs to incorporate the beginning and end of the Half’s course. Today we ran the first three and last three miles.
I wanted to quit.
I wanted to stop running and walk.
That last short, steep elevation kicked my butt, so I ended up walking half of it.But the last 10th of a mile? I kicked it into high gear and finished strong! Rich says that will happen most races as soon as I see the Finish Line.
I hope so.
That was a great feeling!