Just keep swimming swimming swimming

I must've repeated the above little mantra to myself a thousand times this morning as the rain came down throughout my run. 

Sometimes, when you don't really know what's coming, its easier just to get out and do it. I've never run a 10K before. Now, I wouldn't consider myself out of shape, but I certainly don't wake up everyday and run 6.2 miles. When I signed up for this, I thought "Could I do this? Would I be totally wasted the rest of the day? Would the EMS have to come revive me part of the way through?" I had doubts, and I acknowledged their existence, but I did not allow myself to linger on them.

I just got up and went out there. And I ran it. I ran straight through, only stopping to walk for a grand total of 3 minutes on the steepest inclines on Enfield. I completed the 10K in 1:11 (breaks down to 11:31 per mile). Not only did I run straight through, but my times weren't too shabby. I mean, I run a mile and a half max 4 days/week. Those runs are broken into sprints and running drills and often aren't a simple straight run. Yet, I did it. And then I came home and took a nap!

I exited the post-race scene rather quickly and hustled back to my car. I called Mark first and still all fired up, I decided to call my Dad. Susan answered and said Dad was out at the race too. "Running!?" I exclaimed. "This is his 2nd year for the race," she replied. Wow. I had no idea. That is so freakin' cool. You go Dad... You go!