The only reason to get up early on a Saturday morning besides kids is to run with friends. My training plan told me I needed 8 miles today. The farthest I've ever run is 7. 8 is a big deal for me. Of course I have an awesome running buddy that was all up for running early since she needed 9. I wanted to keep a nice 10:30 pace. We started out on the run (3 of us) with a temp of 24 with wind. We kept a good 10ish pace for a while.
Side note: What I have learned is one fast runner with a slow runner is fine. You throw another fast runner in the mix and they make you speed up.
Anyway, we get to the 4 mile mark and decide why not do another 1/2 mile to get to the 9. Turn around and start running back on the trail. I should say there was 2 wood bridges we walked since they were covered in snow. I prefer not to kill myself while running. Surprisingly everything felt good until the last 1.5 miles. I got tight. Somehow my legs started feeling like I was carrying an extra 200 pounds. I struggled but made it. 9 miles! I'm still in disbelief a little that I did it. I now feel like I can run a 1/2 marathon and survive.
My body now is tired and weird stiffness so I will be stretching an foam rolling the rest of the day. But I ran 9 miles!
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