This morning I wanted to go to a nearby Freedom Run, but that plan didn't work out. Big A had to work so I'm spending the morning with the boys. Big A did say that he could watch Moose this morning so I could go over there to run but the idea of pushing Squirt 6.2 miles makes me want to cry. I can hardly push myself that many miles, let alone Squirt!
Instead, this morning I pulled myself out of bed just after 5:30am to go for a run. I had thought that maybe, if I felt good, I'd try 7 instead of the scheduled 6 miles. It was barely light outside as I started and a little humid. Once I got out of town, there was a nice breeze, though. I listened to Focus on the Family: Parenting podcast and really, that distracted me enough to make me sort of forget that I was running. I didn't stop for 3 miles! I felt great. I had looked at my watch at 1 mile and it said just under 9 minutes - wow. My knee felt so good, I kept digging for the last half mile before I turned around (3.5 miles at the halfway point). The bad part was that my turning around point was at the bottom of this long, grueling hill. I wanted to run the entire way up but I had to walk some. I made a pit stop on the way back and still finished my 7 miles at 1:12:56.
It felt awesome! Now, I'm confident that I can run a half marathon (not tomorrow but in September). Yay!