So I think I’m a 6 mile kind of girl. For some reason I have no problem running 6. It’s the subsequent miles that kick my ass.
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I ran 8. And the last 1.5 were rough. But I finished. 13.1 may suck.
I ran 8. And the last 1.5 were rough. But I finished. 13.1 may suck.
On a lighter note, I really wish I was still in Seattle. Because I could have participated in the Beat It Flash Mob. You know, all of a sudden people start dancing and then it’s over before you know it. So fun!!!