Thirteen miles. Yes, THIRTEEN miles! The first 6 were strong, 7-10 were ok, and 11-13 were OUCH! By then it was run 1/2, walk 1/2. Even 30 seconds of running my legs were screaming at me. When I first started this endeavor I thought the hard part was going to be getting out of breath but it turns out I've gotten really good at controlling my breathing. And I'm working on breathing in through my nose and not my mouth, although I constantly catch myself using my mouth. No, it's not my breathing, it's the burining sensation I feel in my quads starting at mile 10.
And to think this run almost didn't happen. This morning was one of those mornings I just didn't want to get out of bed. J was up at 4:30 screaming so he came to bed with us, and I can't sleep at all with him in the bed. He kicks and squirms and I wind up sleeping on my nightstand. L woke up at 6:00, which was when I planned on getting up to leave, but I couldn't move. The boys were whining and moaning, just two unhappy campers. My Zune wouldn't turn on and I have no music yet on my IPOD. I came up with 100 excuses not to go running this morning. But deep inside I knew I couldn't let myself down. So I just got up, got dressed, got the boys breakfast ready and headed to the track. Once there I was happy I didn't give into my excuses. Didn't care how long it would take me, but I was going to finish 13 miles. And I did. And I don't even want to think that is 1/2 the distance I have to finish! OUCH!