Holy frijoles! You'd think I was training for something ;-) Bay to Breakers, here I come!
Last night, I extended my distance beyond. Beyond what? welp... I'll tell ya...
I ran 8 miles back in November of 2001, when I was 5 months pregnant with my second child. It was a really hot day and a really hilly run, and we had gone out with no water. I was toast by the end of it. No more running for me for that pregnancy.
What I didn't know was that it would be over 8 years before I would be able to run again at all. And over 9 years until I would be able to run 8 miles again...which I did last month...*applause*.
Last night I ran 8.25 miles.
The workout called for 8 to 9, and I really wanted to do the 9 super badly. I knew, though, that I had taken nearly 2 weeks off of all exercise and that it would be tough. And I started at 8:55 p.m. And I was doing it inside The Gate. Not as dreary as a treadmill, but 12 figure-eightyeights (take ∞ and ∞ and then overlap them) of 0.75 miles apiece in the dark would be a migh-tee tall order. And it was.
The first half was smokin'... in a not-overdoing-it kind of way. The first 4.5 miles were finished in 44 minutes and wee bit o' change. I thought, "that was good. I should just go inside now and eat dinner." Then I smacked myself (figuratively) and kept running. My pace plummeted. That's okay. Even though it bottomed out. Really, I don't have a problem with it. Even though my grandmother could crawl backwards faster. But I focused on form and on finishing with a
I ran between 8 and 9 miles ... and that's what I was supposed to do.
I am a nail.
As in "tough as."
I get the job done.
And then I came home, took an ice bath :) and made my Granny's Gadgets video. Did you know we've done a dozen of those things?
I am a nail.
Are you a nail?