I ran my longest training run this weekend. 20 miles. On the treadmill. And it was miserable. I wanted to quit so many times, but talked to Brienna a lot and convinced myself to stick it out. I was so proud of myself! I know it sounds stupid, but it was not a fun run and yet I did it. Before Brienna, I wouldn't have done that. I would have justified quitting and then been mad at myself. But I want Brienna to be proud of me. There are so few things that I can do for her, and if running a marathon is one of them, then I am determined to do it.
Now begins the taper portion of training. And I can't wait!
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