How far have I come?

I've been caught in the habit of looking forward to what run I have next. I've neglected to look at the past and be inspired by the changes I've made since starting this journey. Today's post is dedicated to celebrating progress!

On July 19th I started this adventure and nearly five months later, the progress is pretty incredible. On day one, the distance I ran was 1.78 miles. Now I've come to the point in my training that I've competed 12 miles! How did that happen? How is that possible?

Last year at this time I was pregnant with my baby girl and couldn't do any physical activity other than swimming, due to debilitating sciatica. And so, I've decided today is a day to celebrate. I haven't completed the marathon yet, but I am going to relish in the progress I've made in the last few months.

I am becoming a marathoner!

12 Miles!!

Last weekend was a bust for the long run. It was raining cats and dogs. I know, where's the dedication, eh?

Instead of dwelling on a missed run, I just continued right on with the schedule. Which, was 12 miles. Whew!

It went pretty well. I decided I wanted to run with Scott, so we got a babysitter who was crazy enough to wake up before 7 am on a Saturday morning. Scott dropped off fuel along the route at about 6:30 am. He was in a hurry so he just threw things out the window along the way. That made for a fun game of "fine your Gatorade".

My long run pace has been right around 12 min/miles so I was happy that at the end of the run we were just a little faster than that. I think we finished at about an 11:40 mile pace.

I felt pretty good, but I have been more sore after this run than any of the others. My knees and one ankle were pretty sore. This morning coming down the stairs holding my little Gracie was pretty painful for my quads.

Other than that, a pretty good run. After the run, I had a two hour drive down to Houston by myself so I listened to a few of these podcasts to learn more about fueling during long runs and the race. I love learning.