In less than two months I am running in my first half marathon. 13.1 miles.
13.1 long miles.
Do you know the kind of humidity that is going to bring?
But I am preparing.
Week by week.
Today I did 6.2 miles (a 10K). It was a long, slow, painful run. Normally the big dipper is greeting me when I set out in the wee hours of the morning. This evening I just felt like I needed to get out. I wanted to do something. The kids were tucked in. Derek is sick in bed. So, I set out not knowing how far I would end up going. My body ached, creaked and groaned. Some days 10 feels great, other days 3 is a struggle.
Each day gets me one step closer to my goal.
On June 2nd I will finish this race.