Seven miles last night I ran.
Full of blisters my feet are.
Speaking like Yoda I know not why.
All night long it was in my head.
Walking long distances is a strange thing. Before I leave, I'm hyped up and ready to go. The first mile I think what am I doing? This is crazy. Then somewhere in the second mile, the blood starts flowing, you settle in to the pace and your body takes over. After the halfway mark, it's just gravy and as my walking partner says, you have to get back to your car anyway!
I signed up for a 5k on November 11. It's a night run through a holiday lighted park, so it should be fun. I don't think I'm ready since I still get winded when I run for any amount of time, but I'm hoping the adreneline will kick in and I can finish in a decent time. They also have kids races so I'm hoping Peyton will participate in that.