Today I ran six miles. At an avg. pace of 10:35 per mile. It is the first time ever in my entire life that I have run six miles in one outing. What an incredible feeling. It was right around mile 4 when I thought, why not just keep going and so I did.
And during those last two miles I remember feeling incredibly grateful for my body. The ease at which it kept going and going. Its strength, its stamina, and its willingness to go. The pace kept me. I was simply along for the ride.
Bring on the Turkey Trot 10K.
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