Toots and Sally Ride Again

I went out this morning with the intention of running 6 miles. I am proud to say that I stuck with it and ran all 6 miles, although it took more willpower than I would like to admit.  I don’t know how I let myself get this out of shape…  I can remember the days when 6 miles was an easy, short, mid-week run.  It was not that long ago!  But even though my legs were hurting, my breath was coming easy and I spent all 66 minutes (ugh, slow!) being grateful to be outside.  It was sunny and crisp and I lost a mile or 2 somewhere along the Lake of the Isles.  I have an 8k on tap March 16 and will hopefully get through the lottery for Grandma’s half.  I’m shooting for the TC marathon this October.  There. I said it, it’s out.  I can’t change my mind now.  Brother #1 is working on taking the time off to come to Minneapolis and run TC too.  I think he’s secretly hoping to BQ.  I would just like to spend less than 5 hours running.  Maybe if I can eliminate a potty break or 4, it’ll happen.