20 miles

I did it. I wasn't sure after having two solid weeks of crappy runs. It was the most awesomely bizarre run I think ever in my life. I started out running 9:30 pacee...well trying to and fighting not to go too fast. I was just going to hang on to that pace for as long as i could and just see. I got to 6.5 miles still feeling great. stopped at a gas station for a pee break, munch some sportbeans, and chug some gatorade. Kept going. Got to 10 miles still feeling great. 10 is where I crapped out on my 18 mile run, but I was still on pace. I got to 12 miles and found myself grinning. I decided I would hold to 9:30 pace until I got to 15 miles and then let go. I did just that. Then miles 16 was 8:52. Oops. I got to 18 when my calves started cramping like a mofo. Then, I did it. I made it home. 20 miles. No walk breaks. That's the furthhest I've run without stopping. That's right. I totally gallowalked my 2 marathons. When I got done, I was actually laughing my ass off. That and crying like a bitch because my calves hurt so bad. So, anyway, I'm ready. I feel really good about a 4:20. And who knows? Maybe that 3:59:59 is within my reach after all.