It has happened, internet. Just because I wasn't writing, didn't mean I wasn't running.
Oh how I ran. For 6 weeks, I ran.
And then week 7 arrived, and with it, the challenge.
My long run jumped from 50 minutes max, to 70 minutes. In another 3 weeks, it'll be at 90 minutes. With pick-ups spread out over the last hour. My "easy" runs now conclude with speed training. I've started putting a water bottle in my newspaper box and timing my runs so that I swing by the house every 30 minutes or so.
I bought a container of protein powder and started putting it in my smoothies. I'M DRINKING EFFING SMOOTHIES.
But my body is changing. And my mind is changing. Week 7 hit at exactly the same time as a major shift in my personal life -- a positive shift, which undid a lot of self-inflicted damage. I feel more physically capable. More mentally open and accepting. I'm reaching out for more challengers and changes.
Oh and my legs hurt like a sonnafabitch
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