First of Many

I forgot how hard it is the first time you increase your milage, but today I officially did my first real long run of my training, and mentally I had to push. The last mile was really the most difficult for me because I had to pass our street and go around the block...Mike was outside with the dog and I just wanted to run over and collapse in the yard, but I resisted. I kept telling myself that it was only eight more minutes of my life, and even Mike can run for eight minutes. Sometimes I use people that I think have no discipline to challenge myself. It was slow at the end, but I DID IT! I have one more fifteen miler before I increase to eighteen, so I'll be doing a lot of icing (not the cake kind) from here on out to decrease my recovery time.

Did y'all check out the links I added. The one with the coach yelling is one I love. Sometimes going up a hill or at the end of a run when I feel like there is nothing left in me I can hear his voice in my head saying, "You promised me your best!" The Ninja and Learattack and I tried to do the crawl at Bible study one week...Sarah thinks she can do anything (hence the name attack) and didn't think it looked that hard. We couldn't do it.

Last tidbit of info...Candice has signed up for the half too, and Kirby might actually come to Denver with me and do the half there. Running fever is contagious. Oh, and I promised Mike that we would start training the PX90, I'm eager to see how it compliments my running, even though it seems like a lot to commit to on top of marathon training. I'll tell you how it goes. Happy trails-Learjet