So I ran again tonight. Saturday I did 4 miles, and I felt really good. I felt like I could have done more at the time, but I stopped because I had to get home to cook dinner for my son (he likes to eat every night). I told myself tonight I needed to do 4.5, and by golly, I was going to do it.
This time it seemed a little easier, even though I was running in the crazy wind. I will say that around mile 2.75 and then around mile 3.2, I reeeaaalllyyy wanted to walk. But I didn’t. Jessica would be so proud. She was right. It’s all mental…
My time, as you’ll see below, was slower than it was Saturday. I blame the wind, personally. At this point, though, I’m not really concerned with my time. If I improve, awesome, but I’m just concerned about finishing right now. Maybe once I become “a runner” I’ll try to improve my time.
I’m starting to think more and more that I really can do a half marathon. I’ll get there, if for no other reason than to show the people who don’t think that I can do it that I CAN do it.