I ran 5.5 miles yesterday, which is about 2 more than I’ve run in a long time. I’ve really kind of dialed it back on the distance recently, I can’t even remember the last time I ran more than 3.5 miles – definitely more than 6 months ago, maybe longer.
Anyway, I got out there and didn’t actually think I was going to go more than about 3 and then I picked a route that I wasn’t all that familiar with, and there wasn’t a convenient spot to turn, and by the point I realized my error I figured, what the hell, let’s do this.
My legs are a little sore, but not too bad. My sweet husband rubbed them for me this morning all unbidden. It was sweet and wonderful and helped a lot and no, I’m never giving him up and no he doesn’t have a twin brother.
I’m thinking I’d like to get back to longer distances again. For me that means being able to rip off a 6 mile run once or twice a week. Six miles is about the point where I get bored and want to be doing something else, which is why I never did a half or full marathon. I don’t love running THAT much. Just enough to keep me fit and healthy.