Sole sisterz

On Saturday I had to run long.  I say, "had to," because it was the homework I was supposed to do on Thursday, but didn't then Friday, but didn't.  And so my alarm ran on Saturday and I told myself I had to get up and run. Had to.  Because it was my homework.  I knew it was now or never because there was too much going on in the afternoon to get the run in.

To make a long story short, the run sucked.  It was too hot and too humid.  My legs were tired, tight, and felt like lead.  I wanted to quit and walk home.  This never happens.  I don't walk. I finish my runs. I don't stop until I am done.  Somehow I pushed out 7 but it was miserable and I hated it.

Sunday I was scheduled long again.  I made plans with my girlz to meet at the spot and hour early and run.  In my mind I wanted to do double digits but I had doubts because Saturday's run was so bad.  We met at the place and time and we were all feeling the dread of the LSD.  The hill towered above us, the sun promised to burn us.  But we set out with positive words and affirmations promising one another to get ourselves through it.  At mile 2 we ran into another friend and it was the positive lift we needed.  We started to chat, laugh, talk about guys, talk about our kids.  Mile two turned into the mile 4 turn point and soon we were at the 2nd hill, the 2 mile (or 24 mile marker) running up the dreaded hill strong and hard.  We finished strong at the Queen's statue and high fived her.  8.5 miles done but we weren't done.  We ran to our cars and some of us ran more.

All in all I ran 11.5 miles this morning and probably could have run more.  There's just something about group runs that makes it so much easier and I'm surprised because I thought it wasn't my thing.  But I guess it is.  :)