Sunday long run…the day most filled with anxiety. My last few long runs have not gone well and I was really nervous about this run. I haven’t run this far in a couple of years. But all the worry was for nothing. The run went really well.
I went out slower than I normally would have for shorter; about 12 minutes per mile. I tried to keep the miles slow but by the end I was doing my normal 10:30-ish mile. I was very happy. The last mile was getting tough but I started thinking about my victory at crossfit this week. I was finally able to jump onto the big box for the box jumps. It wasn’t that I couldn’t do it physically but mentally it was just a no go. During that last tough mile I had the biggest grin on my face thinking about how I beat that box. Proud.
I finished the 9 miles without walking. I’m feeling very proud of myself and accomplished. And I finally feel like I can actually run this half without dying. Now it’s time for errands and coffee…not necessarily in that order.