I did it,

So, I made a promise to myself that I would try to run 10 miles before heading over the pond. I did it. Today. Jodie had to run 7 miles today for her training plan. I'm not following a specific plan, although I probably should be. I would run in front of Jodie, then at intersections turn around and run back to her, then run back to where I had left off. At first it was to check on her, since we were going through a sketchier part of town, and men are pigs. . . . After doing that a few times I figured I would have at least a mile on her after we were done. So when we got to the end of our loop, she was a ways behind me and I decided to keep going. Just another mile and a half. For some reason, that was the toughest mile and a half I have ever had to run. I did it though.

Any time I add some distance on to my runs I remember something my dad told me when I was trying to get into the Air Force.

Note: This is probably not exactly how it played out, but I am sure it is close.


Me: I just don't think I can run two miles without stopping
Dad: You know you can
Me: Nope, pretty sure I can't do it.
Dad: 90% of Americans can't even run a mile without stopping.
Me: Really?
Dad: Well, i'm sure it's close to that

Ok, so this may sound pretty conceited of me, or imperialistic. (Although, I am positive that is the wrong context for that word.) Big Headed, Self inflation of the ego. Whatever. So, any time I add another mile onto my distance I think to myself. "If 90% of Americans can't even run a mile, then how many can run (insert mileage here)? That makes me feel part of an elite, exclusive club.

Quick, somebody burst my bubble. . .

Wait, not yet, give me a few more days with these delusions of grandeur.


Get out there and run.