Unbelievable

Another great run. I averaged 9:07 or something like that. For 13 miles. By myself. The quote I added today sums up how I felt, but with exhilaration added. Oh, and I’m not sure that I believe in God. At mile 6.5 I questioned what I was doing, why I was doing it, and didn’t I really just want to take a trip to France? Then, just like the dog, I was distracted by something bright and shiny, or maybe just something moving, and it was okay. I met a very interesting woman with a sweet dachshund at about mile 9.4, right before I called Lumpy and told him he’d have to come get me because the trail we’d mapped was going to be a mile extra. I was not feeling 14. I did, however feel all of the 13 I did, and I’m very tired and a little sore, but soooooooo pleased with my run. The Lump and I were discussing this training, and everything feels new to me this time. It’s like starting over, but with a bit of wisdom under my belt. My speed is better, my head’s in a better place, and despite mile 6.5’s crazy talk, I really want to do this. Even more than the other marathons. I’ll stop gushing now, and have some champagne. A toast, to Lumpy’s 9, my 13, and a lovely snow flurry that kept me chipper during my run.