I ran 11 miles on Monday. I have to admit it was an act of will to even go. Last week was crazy with us having a Christmas party at our house and I volunteered to make dinner for everyone. All 17 people! I'm pretty used to a family of four and, honestly had no idea how to cook for 17. Mark kept rolling his eyes at me as I made the giant crock of potato soup. "Are you making for the entire neighborhood?" I ended up with a HUGE pot of leftovers.
I started out feeling pretty slow on my run, but I didn't care. I was just determined to finish. I hate running on a stomach with food in it, so I was pretty hungry by the time I left for my run. In fact, I was really looking forward to my little Cliff Shots at mile 5.
I don't know what it is, but I love my long runs. They end up being so much more fun than my short ones. I think it's because the run is so long I don't really have to think much about the actual run. I end up thinking about life, things I want to do or get done, I even put a book on cd on my ipod and listened to that, which was cool. There's something about getting outside and just running. It's become my place of peace, my getaway. A time that's just for me where I can have fun, be alone and just be...
11! Great job!
ReplyDeleteI love long runs, too. The quiet, the thinking about things or nothing, time to pray, to zone, to relax. And when you finish - such a sense of accomplishment!!