As I took off running, I was going at a 9:15 mile pace for the first two and a half miles. I knew if I was to go the entire 6 miles I needed to slow down. There was one point {while still on my first lap} I wasn't sure if I would be able to keep going for another whole lap. As I passed my house after completing lap one, I stopped briefly to take a drink from the water bottle I had left outside. That reenergized me and I kept going. Before I knew it, I looked down at my watch and I was at 5.6 miles. I had just 4 tenths of a mile remaining.
I was going to do it.
I had set the goal to complete my 6 miles is less that 1 hour and 10 minutes. I knew that was far more than a ten minute mile pace, but since this was the longest distance I had ever run, I didn't want to kill myself {read: frustrate myself and quit because my mind told me I couldn't do it}.
I finished my run in 1:06.
I did it.
It was slower than I would have liked and I walked more times than I would have liked. But I did it. It wasn't a perfect run, but my neighbor told me when I got back, "each time you run, that distance will get easier and easier." He's right. And at the time, that was just the thing I needed to hear.
I cannot say I have experienced "runners high" yet, but I did feel the incredible sense of accomplishment and pride when I finished this run.
Something happened yesterday.... I became a runner.


