by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
It’s the long runs that scare me. Not sure what scares me the most, the distance or the fact that I don’t know what to think about the whole time. No ipod for me. Made a pact with myself shortly after I started running and haven’t used one since.
I went for a 6 mile run on Saturday and I was having a slight panic attack. It had been months since I’d run that far. It’s so mental. It’s ALL mental. The first 2.5 miles of my run I blocked out. I don’t know how, but I did. I told myself that my run wouldn’t officially start until I hit the 3 mile mark. I smiled the whole way. The whole way. The 3 mile mark came and went along with a huge, poop-spray truck, giving me the gift of stench. Whatever. I kept moving.
I’m almost 100% sure the weather played a huge part in my fabulous run. Oh, and my new running pants. They are bright and happy, along the lines of a chartreuse. I think that’s in this season, too. Me loves bright and happy.
When I hit the home stretch, I was on such a high that I determined to round up my run to 7 miles.
End result: 7 miles in 1hr 3min
If I was a Carebear, my chest would be shooting rainbows and happy stars. It’s been a long time running, since these legs saw 7 miles.
Silent cheerleaders, what’s new??