There is something that my I would never, ever thought I would ever, ever say.
It is hard to only run 3 miles. Only 3 miles. I am so proud of myself. Just a few months ago I could barely slog a half mile and now, 3 miles is a a cake walk. Or a walk in the park. Or a slog on the treadmill.
I have gotten so used to do doing 5 miles minimum that just 3 is hard. I want to keep going.
Even though I am a bigger girl, it is strange to say that I can do so many miles faster then a walking pace. But I am so proud of myself.
My half-marathon is on Saturday and I know that I can do it.
The hardest decision is what am I going to wear? I got a day and a half to decide.