I was pleased as punch to have committed to another marathon. (And equally pleased that our whole running group is on board.)
And May seemed, really, like a distant mirage in the January cold.
Then Emilie gave me the training schedule (that I requested.)
I told her I wasn't sure I could run 10 miles right now in a winter race the first week of February. I ran 4 in the freezing my ass of cold yesterday morning and was looking forward to stopping.
"Well, you're gonna run 8 next Saturday for our first long run," she replied.
Suddenly I was a little less sure of my grand plans.
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let's go! so excited! xoxoxo
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