Sunday, March 22, 2009

8 miles…that was the goal for the day. I just wasn’t feeling it yesterday, and I decided not to run. The weather was a little cooler than I had expected, and I wasn’t in the mental frame of mind to push myself. Today, well today I told myself that the number was 8, there wouldn’t be any excuse, and that I would complete it.

Once again, I ran a new route. I wasn’t expecting the gigantic hills! About half of my run contained hills with two long winding steep hills mixed with smaller rolling hills.

I was about half way into my run and as I looped around, I could see my car. I knew that I could quit or I could continue on and reach my goal. I took a left and kept running. As I made the last loop, once again my car was in sight. At this point, I was 6.2 miles into my run. My legs were tired and my knees hurt, but I had set a goal and I was determined to completed it.

I was thirsty on this run. This is the first time that I’ve actually wanted water while running.

When I was in MS, I ran longer distances than this. But, I also ran with my best friend. I had someone to push me forward. Now, well now, it’s just me and the open road. I am the one telling myself almost there. I am the one saying just a little bit farther. I am the one saying don’t quit… and today I am not a quitter.

My 8.2 may be slower than most… but it was my 8.2 and for that I am proud.


  1. Congratulations! I have those conversations with myself too. Great job. Can't wait until I can say I ran 8 miles.


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