So I Decided to Keep Going…
Sunday is my long-run day. Right now that means five miles. My race is getting closer, a little more than a month left to train. This week I decided that it was a probably a good idea for me to start running my long-runs in the morning, because my race is in the morning. Working out in the morning is difficult for me; my body just does not appreciate waking up and getting moving on that level. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find an evening race, so morning it is.
I woke up this Sunday and it was very foggy, so I figured that at the very least, it wouldn’t be a hot run. After about two miles it started raining and I love to run in the rain. It feels cleansing to my soul. I ran along the lake and made it through my hills without much trouble. As I was nearing my five-mile mark I realized that I wasn’t tired or sore, so I decided to keep going. I ended up running six and a half miles and I could have gone further, but I was already late for the rest of my day.
It was very exhilarating to realize that I had run my 10k. I feel confident that I won’t have any problem on race day. I know that my body can do it, and it feels amazing to say that.