...7.5 kilometres!!!! I am so excited that I didn't die.
Lately, my mileage has been suffering, and I've been sticking to 5km runs. But yesterday, I had a little bit of extra fire in my soul I guess, and I decided to make it a long one.
Here is the funny thing about running: I find that, sometimes, the longer I go, the easier it gets.
The first couple of kilometres is the hardest. Once I get to five, I feel like I want to stop. But then, shortly after that, I feel that I FINALLY hit my (slow) stride, and I can just keep going. In fact, the only reason I even stopped yesterday at 7.5 was because I ran out of time! I can't believe I forgot about this until yesterday!
Yesterday was the first time in a long time that I really enjoyed myself. I am so glad to have re-discovered my LOVE of running. I guess I'm meant to be a distance runner?
I'm heading to a Blue Jay's game tonight. You're going DOWN, Red Sox! (Err...probably not...but one can hope, right?)