10.

I keep thinking back to this time last year when I was in Washington D.C. to see Meredith with Teresa. Teresa was training for her first half marathon (Indy) and had to do a seven mile run. Like an idiot, I agreed to go with her. I ran six of those seven miles, and I remember thinking how proud I was of running two more miles than I'd ever run before. I never, ever, thought I could double that. But I have. 


This morning, I ran ten miles. Ten miles. In my subdivision. In ten loops. Because I was afraid the rain would start and I would be stranded far from home. That's a lot of repetition, people. 


It didn't feel great, but I did it. I didn't do it fast, but I did it. I ran ten miles. Ten. Miles! 


I thought about a lot of things while I was running, but two people kept popping back up. 


1. My college friend Lauren wrote a note yesterday about running her first 5K. She's been training and working her way up to it and now it's looming ever closer. It made me remember all the reasons I started running... and all of the physical and mental blocks I had (or have) about running. I know she can do it. I know she will beat all those blocks and continue on this incredible journey. And yet sometimes I question myself with running. Why is it that we always question ourselves?


2. My coworker Monica has been wheel chair bound for about a month now. This week, I helped get her from a meeting to school and was reminded that wheelchairs are tough to lift, move, and navigate. Monica is handling it beautifully and is still teaching despite her pain. Maybe I needed a gentle reminder that my legs are working right now, therefore, I should use them. 


Ten more miles down. Lots more to go. :)