Eye of the Tiger
Guess who ran four miles today?
Me.
Well, sortof.
Running along, stopping every other block to suck wind and then walk counts, right? I mean, I went four miles from point A to point B. Well, point A to point A.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I will be running my half marathon in six and a half hours.
You mean, you ran on purpose?
Yes, that totally counts!
I have a 5k coming up and it takes me about 45 minutes to run 3ish miles. I’m running with my brother and my dad, and I’ve already come to terms with the fact that my 61 year old father is going to leave my ass in the dust. What I’m *really* afraid of is the Tiny Turkey Trot starting before I’m finished with the 5k.
I asked myself that same question, Kristina, about halfway through the run. I enjoyed the hell out of my post run shower (at least until the fire department showed up!) so I’m always glad after I run. Just not when I’m huffing and puffing my way up a hill.
The dog is faster than me.