Monday, March 24, 2014
Yesterday I accomplished something that was a HUGE milestone for me: I ran 7 miles!
Last year, I signed up to do a 7-mile race that would take place in July. I signed up early (March or April?) and made it my goal in the upcoming months to build up to 7 miles. We ended up having a really hot summer, my training sucked, and I ended up with a stress fracture a couple of weeks before the race. I had to kiss $35 goodbye and my self-confidence was shaken.
Fast forward to January 2014. I decided that not only was I going to run the 7-mile race, but that I would also run a half-marathon this year. I'm signing up for a half-marathon at the end of August, but in the meantime, I'm going through a half-marathon training program trial run. Training day for yesterday consisted of 7 miles.
I've been thinking about those 7 miles all week. All day Saturday, I kept thinking about running the 7 miles and whether or not I'd be able to do them. When I woke up yesterday, it felt just like it does on the morning of a race: excitement, nervousness. That itchiness to just put on the running shoes and GO!
I ran those 7 miles. It took me 1 hour and 29 minutes to do it. My legs felt tired towards the end, but honestly, I think I could have run farther. I only had to take a couple of very short walk breaks, but otherwise, I ran the rest of the time. I was grinning from ear to ear when I hit stop on my GPS watch and saw that I had run 7.01 miles! I DID IT!!
This morning, I'm still feeling the high from my accomplishment. I can't even imagine what it will be like when I accomplish a half-marathon. I may float so high and I won't be able to come down!