Today I ran the farthest (furthest? When is the right time for one or the other?) I've ever ran: 7 miles.
I almost didn't.
I'd waited too late in the day. I was tired from shopping for my birthday party next week. It's colder than I prefer as a Floridian.
"I could go tomorrow."
If not for some awesome encouragement via Facebook I may not have gone at all. 7 miles was intimidating.
What if it was like last week?
But it wasn't.
I had to take a few more breaks than I like but I still finished in about 90 minutes (under a 13 minute mile). I felt really good when I was done. Mostly I felt good because I was done but I also felt good knowing that I owned those miles and nothing could take them from me.
Next week is 8 miles. It just sounds sooo far. I'm going to run them on Friday because Saturday is such a packed day with mani/pedis, hair and make-up, party planning, party throwing, and party enjoying.
I just really feel and hope that 2012 is awesome.