Last Thursday I decided I was going to finish a 3.5 mile run. I finished 3, why not 3.5? Well as usual, mile 1 was the hardest, mile 2 was also a push (I had super lead feet and was feeling soooooo sluggggish). You know, 3 wasn't all that bad... and when I rounded the curve after that third mile, I was feeling very much on top of the world like Wonder Woman.
So when I got to the 3.5 mark, I felt very "oh why not?" and finished 4 miles... and felt QUITE ACCOMPLISHED! I had finished, this was definitely a personal distance record, and I hadn't walked any of it.
Runkeeper posts to my facebook page, so of course I had congratulations and stuff. I also had a couple of remarks from my runner friends that I needed to not add so much distance so quickly-- especially since I am a "clydesdale", "athena", or whatever cutesy name you'd like to give to a big-boned, heavy runner with several pounds to spare. Evidently upping your distance too quickly increases the chances of stress fracture. After freaking out a little bit because I was afraid I was breaking some important bone by being awesome, I decided to calm it down and just be smarter from here on out.
Whee! That being said, I went out this morning and did 2.5 miles. We've been having some of the most incredible weather EVER-- that's right EVER-- around here, and it felt wonderful to be outdoors this morning. Even after running 4 miles last week, the first part of my run is "uggghhhhhh". If yours is this way too, don't worry because you've totally got someone who feels your pain.
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