That's the mileage that
On Saturday, I went out for my long run. The miles ticked by and soon (and by "soon" I mean: a very long time), I texted my husband that I was at mile 15. As I continued my run, I got a little antsy. I kept checking my watch every few steps. As my Garmin crept closer and closer to 16.44, I found myself thinking of how different this run was. I was not in pain. I felt strong. I knew, I was going to complete the run I had set out to do.
And, I did. 17 miles. I have defeated the demon. I have moved beyond my failure. While I have not yet crossed the finish line, I have reached a milestone. When I stopped my Garmin, the "New Record" icon popped up. I finally have a new "longest run" on record.
It's a much better feeling knowing that my longest run ended on my terms, successfully. 26 days until I own the finish line.
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