So here I was, all oatmealed up, ready to run, and no where to go.... but the GYM!
Longest I have run on a dread *cough* treadmill is 10km... and it was, well, brutal. It took me 70 min. This was back in the day when 10km seemed long. Today I ran 12 miles in 2 hours, 25 minutes, and 20 seconds. Not too shabby. I am not at all trying to push my speed at this point. If I can cover the mileage and get out without any injuries I will be more than happy.
I will be honest though... 12 miles on a treadmill kind of sucked. It was about 8 miles too much. All in all, I am proud I completed it. It takes away some of the nerves that are slowly building for next weekend. I know I can cover the distance. I know it will be hard. I know it will be worth it. I know I will probably cry at the finish line (haha). And I know Running and I will be taking a wee little break after all is said and done. We just need a little time apart (Long distances that is).
Going to B.C. for the long weekend. I expect lots of opportunities to eat but I feel a renewed sense of trust in my self and my choices and my will power. I weigh 122.5, which is just perfect.