Sunday, January 17, 2010
i ran 11 miles this morning
I ran eleven miles this morning.
In the mud. Up and down hills. Over rocks. And roots. Jumping over mud puddles when I could and jumping in them when I couldn't jump them.
At Mile 6... I was soaring. I believed i could run all day long. I am glad that didn't happen.
Eleven miles really was enough.
And it was really a special day.
And I love the newness of it all. Breaking records with myself by running further than I have ever run before. Or even imagined was possible.
When we lived in a small hilly town in Fairfax, my 5-year-old sister Kelly and our 4-year-old-friend, Eric taught me how to run. They both grabbed me by the hand and ran as fast as they could with my tiny little 3-year-old legs carrying me as quickly as Kelly and Eric could pull me. I was scared! But! I was running!
And I have never forgotten that moment.
Six weeks ago, the idea of me running this far was daunting.
Remember how scared you were to take the training wheels off your bike? Or how much courage it took for that first kiss?
Nothing stopped you then.....