"Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired."
- George S. Patton
If you see me anytime soon, you might notice a slight waddle. That's because I am SORE! This is what happens when you run a race on sheer willpower & no training. But in a weird, twisted kind of way I'm feeling pretty proud that I just forced myself to run 5 miles without being prepared! I was giving myself a 35% chance of dying on the course & had memorized the medic stops on my leg of it, but I surprised myself with the lack of drama once I started running. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't easy, but I didn't even get close to dying. (Ok at one point I apparently lost control of my volume & quite audibly let out a "F*** this hill" & 5 other runners turned around to stare at me.... but that's as bad as it got, I promise.)
After I finished but before the sore muscles fully kicked in, Tink & I entertained the idea of a half marathon next year. Hmmmmm? If I can run 5 miles with no training, could I run run 13 if I had the discipline? I haven't fully decided or committed to anything, but the possibility is out there.
But while I mull over the what-if's of my abilities, allow me brag about concrete evidence of my achievement. MY SNEAKERS ARE TOTALLY WORN OUT. That probably don't sound like a positive, but it means I've put in more miles than they can handle, & it's an awesome feeling. They were my first major running investment & I used to check out the bottoms after every run to see my progress, silly as that sounds. So R.I.P. my bright pink NewBalances. You've served me well.