I ran six miles today. I would have never thought I could run that far or for that long. It was the strangest thing. Sam has had a cold so I have not been able to go to the gym in a little over a week. The last time I went to the gym Emelia had been sick so I had not been for a week before that either. Last week it was really tough for me to run. I walked two laps to warm up (six laps is a mile), ran a mile, walked two laps, ran a mile etc. until I had walked one mile and run three. Today I walked my two warm up laps and started to run and figured I would try to run four miles. I got to three and said, I can do five. Then I got close to four and said I wonder if I can do six. I just sort of hit a zone. It was awesome. When I stopped I walked a lap and felt drunk. I was dizzy and weaving and tired. It was crazy, I thought man I should have just kept running. I felt like Forest Gump.
Oh, and Sam said Please. It was also awesome.
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I love running (okay... right now, in theory, but not in practice!) because it's every man and every woman's sport. You run a race and see people of all shapes and sizes. I'm not at all surprised that you ran 6 miles because anyone who has functioning knees can train and do it!
So how 'bout that marathon, E?? I hear a little town called Chicago puts on a decent race every year.
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