Training, Training

13.1 miles. 13.1. That's a long distance. My house is not even 13.1 miles away from where I go to college. Yeah, it's a long way. And to run (not walk, but run) 13.1 miles is mentally exhausting.

But as I am running 13.1 miles on April Fool's (don't be fooled, I really am) and I can't let myself think about the distance. Nope. Instead, I'm just going out for a run. With thousands of fellow runners. If I think to myself I'm running 13.1 miles, I won't make it. I have never run 13.1 miles before - not even in my training (whoops, that was unintentional. Time flew away from me...). I have run 8.5 miles. 3 times a week, in fact. Along a long, long road with no buildings and only trees (I'm training myself to be bored). After an hour and some, if I have a ways to run and my legs are shaky, I eat some goo. It make me want to throw up, and I can feel the energy pulsating through my veins - but it helps me finish.

I can do this. I'm buying some new music, maybe an audiobook, or maybe even download a few of Crosspointe's sermon series. I'm excited for our Pasta Party Saturday night with my family (who will be exhausted from mulching for Kenya!) and for waking up early Sunday. I'll have my iTouch, my compression shorts, my mental and physical strategies, my new (but worn in) sneakers and shorts, my goo, and my family cheering me on. 13.1 miles is a long, long way. But not really. I can do this!!!