I have a confession to make: I'm addicted to running races. Yes, there I've said it. It's out in the open and now you know my deep, dark secret. And if you know me at all, you've probably only heard me talk about running 23,454,545 times in the past year.
After running a very poor Rock N Roll half in Va Beach, you'd think the last thing I'd want to do, is sign up for another Va Beach race...so why not try 2?? I ended up running my farthest distance last week at a whopping 18.5 miles. And believe it or not, it was so much better than the half. I had perfect fall weather, strong legs, and a determination to do better than the weekend before.
At about mile 10, Kim met up with me and we ran the last 8.5 miles together. We took it at a good, leisurely pace and I actually felt great after. SOOOO, I convinced my mom to sign up for the Wicked 10K with me in October. Granted, it is only a 6 mile run and I'll still have to run another 6 miles to get my full 12 in, but what a fun run. Not to mention, you get a pretty sweet medal.
Right now, I'm looking at another one in December that's a 10 miler. While it might seems a little crazy, the more races I have to train for, the more likely I'll stick with a good plan. But right now, my marathon training comes first. And that means heading out for a short 12 miles tomorrow.
Bring it.
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