This past Saturday's run was 18 miles. Adam and I RAN EVERY STEP of 18 miles and it felt good. Relatively good, as good at 18 miles can feel.
I am so dang proud of us. We only have one really long run left before the big day in May.
Now you're wondering, why is this post titled "Punishment"? Punishment because my body is totally punishing me for making it run 18 miles. My knees have screamed at me all day and I wish they'd hush up. The rest of my body decided to show me whose boss during a short and easy four today. I worked for every step of that four miles today.
I am hoping and praying that my body can get over its vengeful issues before tomorrow's nine.
Hoping and praying. Hoping and praying.