Running Update: Less than Two Weeks Till Wichita!


On Saturday, I got up early and ran. I had to get up early to beat the heat. Also, I didn't want to have a long run hanging over my head all day. 

I ran 11 miles in 116 minutes. That comes out to just about 10:30 min/mile. It's 30 seconds/mile slower than my goal pace, but I think that pace might--this being my first ever train-for-an-actual-race experience--be unrealistic. So I'm proud of myself. Eleven miles is the farthest I've ever run in my life.  

Finally I feel like I can think positively about this whole half-marathon thing. If I can run 11, surely I can run 13. Not gonna lie, though. I'll be glad when it's over. Then I can just run because I want to, not because I feel like I have to. 

Then, after my almost two-hour run, Jordan and I went to the zoo and walked around for 3 hours. (I had two free tickets from giving blood earlier this month.) The zoo was full of moms pushing babies in strollers, which I was jealous of (the babies in strollers, not the moms with their babies). Nevertheless, I sucked it up and hobbled my way around.

It was a good time.

I think zebras and giraffes are my favorite.

Then I went home, covered both my legs in Icy Hot, and took a nice, long nap.

The End.