Today I did my longest run—10 miles. Well, 9.82, but if you want to argue the last .18, you'll have my full attention after you run 9.82 miles with me. Stephanie and I were coming up to the parking lot where we'd left our cars, knowing we had to continue past them to the end of the road and come back to them (the other .18 mile), and as we approached, I looked at my little green Honda and said forcefully, "I AM STOPPING and I don't care if it's not a full ten."
We ran at a nearby Civil War battlefield, which has a lovely winding road that goes through it. Three and a half out, then back, then another three (almost) and we were done. It was definitely the hilliest course I've run so far, and that made it much harder for me. But Stephanie knew when to push me and when to let me stop and walk, and we actually did a lot of talking—more than I'm used to when I run. And still ran a slightly faster pace than I did on my 9 last week, so I'm happy.
All except for my feet, which are killing me, but I've been promised a foot rub tonight. Running does have its upside.
I thought I would come home and be lazy for the rest of the day, but I've had a surprising amount of energy and got a few things done. Tonight I will definitely be lazy.
Tomorrow Man-squared has his ACT, and I'm going to take that opportunity to read the third book in the Hunger Games series. And not run.
Sunday we're going to visit my mommy and daddy for lunch, and I'm not going to run that day either.
Monday is still under negotiation.
And just in case you need a little motivation:
Be thankful ~