So we met up at my house quickly decided on a 4 mile route, I could "easily" do my usual two mile route but bump that up to six.
We started out ok, it got a little hard. I started to doubt myself. She thinks she holds me back- not so. I started to struggle and wondered how I was going to soldier on through an additional 2 miles. I'm a complete fraud. Me in my camelbak and garmin. What a joke- I'm not a real runner. There's no way I can run a half marathon- this is ludicrous. Crazy. Insane.
As we neared my house and the end of our 4 miles- mom asked if I was going to keep going. I sighed and said I needed too. We paused in my yard. Mom headed home with an "I love you and txt me when your done". I sucked down more water and trudged on down the road. Mostly walking. Wishing I had thought to stop inside for my iPod. Oh well.
Mile 5 sucked, especially the first half but then I started to feel a bit better. I alternated between singing a line from a VBS song in my head (the only song I could remember apparently) and "the faster you run, the faster your done!"
Mile 6 was definitely the best one. Made me believe maybe I can do this after all. I have got to start taking training more seriously. Getting my butt out of bed for runs during the week. Two runs a week just aren't cutting it 😖 Obviously.
Oh you know just walking around the house sucking down water from my camelbak waiting for my coffee to be ready!






























































