On Monday, I ran about 4.6 miles - out to Holmes Lake, around the lake, and back. I did a lot more walking than I'm proud to admit but I kept telling myself that I was doing a lot better than my previous evening on the couch. But still, I walked too much and I don't like that.
Tonight I did a little less than half of that, but I ran the whole thing. Upon arriving home, I laid down in our driveway and just stared up at our huge oak tree, noting the insane amount of leaves we'll be raking and bagging in just a few weeks. When I regained feeling in my feet, I went inside to start the night shift. And since Elmo was still in grouchland and had still not recovered his blanket from that dirty mean 'ol Huxley, I knew my run was not as long and impressive as it felt.
Hey, if I can do that six and a half more times, I can do my half marathon!
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