I remember the first time I ran 6 miles. I was horribly not prepared for how hot it was. I thought it was really hard and really, really long. That made my recent, at the time, decision to run a half marathon seem almost impossible. Actually, if I am being honest, I thought I had totally lost my mind. I figured it would be a once and done deal. The 5K distance was more my thing. That was almost 3 years ago.
Now I really dislike 5K's. They are too short and require too much speed. That is something I am not....speedy. I have run many more half marathons and I love them. It is the perfect distance. It requires dedication, but nothing crazy like the marathon. The half marathon is like ice cream. I will always go back for more. The marathon is like child birth. After a while I forget the pain and decide to do it again. Although, my child birthing days are over and so may the marathon running days.
I remember the first time I ran a 100 miles in a month. I thought that was the biggest accomplishment ever. Now that is the norm for me and I would not want it any other way.
So, imagine my surprise when I realized last Friday that if I ran 15 miles by Sunday I would have run 500 miles in January, February, and March combined. I almost fell off my chair. Seriously? That is not something I ever thought would happen. Of course, I had to run that far over the weekend. 500.4 miles in 3 months!
I ran the last 2 miles on Easter morning before church. I swear the birds were chirping more loudly. They were also rejoicing! It was the perfect run to reach a never imagined number.