3 miles has always been my comfort zone when it comes to running. Starting with cross country in high school and continuing all the way up to a few months ago, I always felt satisfied with my work out as long as I ran a good 5k; until recently when I ran 4, then 5, then 6, and now 7 miles with the same minute-mile and with minor difficulty. Basically, I realized that yes, I'm a beast.
A half marathon has always been a distant goal for me, and I pretty much just made excuses for myself as to why "right now" wasn't the right time. Some excuses I'd like to think were legit, like knee surgeries and having babies. But otherwise I sort of just basked in the boo-hoo's of my poor mechanics and told myself the 13.1 wasn't possible. Well, now having 7 miles under my belt at a 7:15 minute-mile pace, I'm starting to see just how possible it is. From here on out, all I can do is be smart about my training, adjust it as necessary to my bum knees & hip, and hope for an injury-free course to the race.
Later, 5k.
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