These were all thoughts that I actually had during my run:
- (I usually wave or nod to fellow runners) I can't believe he didn't just wave back. That's kind of rude. No matter how tired he is, he really can't manage a nod?
- I can't believe those soccer moms just passed me. Maybe they are not running as far.
- 8 miles down. 7 to go. Crap.
- "Hey, I just met you.. and this is CRAZY!" Holy cow this is crazy. Why am I doing this?
- I've definitely seen that person before going the opposite direction. Wait, was that over 5 miles ago? Am I going faster or slower? ...I have no idea.
- (there were several big downed trees over the trail from the storm) I'm gonna climb through this HUGE tree. This is like exploring. I'm explorer runner Amy. So hardcore.
- (toward the end when I was really tired) I think that dude just waved to me and I didn't wave back. I'm a terrible person.
Two more months until Chicago Marathon. I decided that this next weekend (17 miles!) I am going to church on Saturday night so I don't have to either get up even earlier OR feel bad for totally ditching church. There's part of me that kind of can't wait to be able to leisurely wake up on a Sunday morning and actually have time to curl my hair or something for church.
It did feel pretty awesome to be done though. I got home after church and took a nap. I slept about an hour before I got a ding from my phone that James was online. He was also really encouraging and proud of me for running it. As hard as it was, I think I can do the 17 miles next weekend.
And then in 2 months, I'll be able to buy a 26.2 sticker to go on my car next to the 13.1.
|this is my car btw.|
And after the marathon, there'll only be a couple months left of the deployment. And then James will be home and I will be able to truly relax.