It’s so funny how you never know how a run is going to turn out. The morning of last weeks 8 miler with my TNT group, I literally turned my alarm off and talked myself out of going. After a minute or two of tossing and turning, I decided to just go and do it. Then, the run went amazingly well! I ran 8 hilly miles on the Custis trail and felt I could have done another mile or two more. I wasn’t sore at all after.
This week, I hoped out of bed and drove myself to the meeting spot. We were doing a 10 mile run that had a few small rolling hills, but nothing big. I found myself running with a group of girls at a 10’44” pace, which they admitted was fast for them (and me too!) so we slowed down a bit. I didn’t have my garmin on and was struggling from the beginning. I didn’t know how far we had gone and, since half the group was doing 6 and the other half was to do 10, well, when we came to 6, I thought I was done, too! Those 6 miles felt so long that it felt like 10. At that point, I told myself if I just did 8 (same as last week), I could quit. At that point, I was doing a good bit of walking too, and I went for the 10. After, I came home freezing and just wanted to go to sleep. E made me get showered and eat something. Silver diner coconut quinoa pancakes to the rescue!