I had to throw a Wooo Hoo out there because.....
I RAN 10 MILES!!!! Throw confetti and cue angels singing because I am celebrating.
You do not even know how happy this chubby chick is that I was able to hit double digits this past weekend. This road to recovery has sucked and I have barely managed 2 miles. This run gave me a bit more confidence that I still could conquer this marathon. I really should disclose that I didn't run the whole time. In fact, I did a 5/5 ratio. It worked and I felt great. I probably could cut down the walking interval to 3 minutes but I am going to stick with what works. Funny thing is...I completed this 10 miler WAY faster than the 10 miler I ran. Ha!
There was however one little buzz kill....my oldest son asked how far I ran. I told him 10 miles. He said "Wow....you only have 16 more to do on top of that." Who taught him math? I really didn't like how he put that.
Now that the race is less than 2 weeks away I have been having some crazy anxiety dreams about missing the race, or showing up late, or just having frozen legs. I think that is normal but with the deck stacked against me I am having a bit more anxiety than I usually do. I keep having to remind myself that there is nothing to stress about. It is just a race. If I do bad or God forbid, get picked up by the sweep bus, there will always be another race. I am being realistic that this race will probably not be a PR. My only goal is to get to my hard earned medal in 6 hours (or less). Run, walk, or crawl...I will get it.
I have a lot of blog reading to catch up on. I have a lot of blog writing to catch up on.