20 miler

So if I had written this post yesterday, I might have mentioned the exhaustion I felt or the fact that I was hobbling around like an old woman. I might have also thrown in about how I didn't exactly dress for the occasion and probably wasted a lot of energy trying warm up all the body parts that had turned blue. But in the 24 hours since my torture, I mean run, I have a little more perspective.

I always pictured running being a solitary sport but now I can't imagine not running with my friends. We support each other, inspire each other, and certainly make each other laugh. There's not any topic that's off-limits and it's amazing the things you share on a run or the questions you'll ask your friends when you don't have to look them in the eye. Not much stays a secret within the group but not much gets out. Without these very special women I don't think I would be where I am today as a runner, a mother, or a friend. Even though I wasn't loving every minute of my 20 mile run I certainly wasn't hating it because of them.

I do have a to give a special thanks to g. because without her humor and spirit I don't think I would have made it through the last 12 miles. Thanks G. !!