i ran 17 miles tonight.
then i laid on the ground and cried for about 15 minutes. and i'm not really sure why, and i can't really say what emotion i was feeling. once the tears subsided i sat very still, scared to move any part of my body, worried i would start to cramp up. i remember talking to a girl in february, when i deciding weather or not to do this nonsense, she told me she'd ran 17 miles that morning. that seemed unreal to me. so 17 miles feels like i'm finally getting somewhere.
4 more weeks. 26 days. breath. i can do this
