7 Miles

Today, I conquered 7 miles. It was tough but not brutal which is good because this is only a little over halfway to 13.1. I think on race day, I am going to be completely spent when this is over. Right now, it's hard to walk and everything from the waist down puts a new meaning to the word "fatigued." Nothing is in pain, which is great and makes me ecstatic but I've never felt these levels of exhaustion before.

If/when I cross the finish, I will need help walking. I might vomit (today came close). I will need help getting back to the hotel, taking a shower, getting stuff downstairs, and packing up the car. It's going to be difficult, and I think that is an understatement.

The great news is that I know I can make it to 7 by getting through this run today. And now I'm going to go enjoy the fruits of my labor: A Cheddar's grilled chicken salad (my wonderful husband has lovingly gone to pick it up for me). And before you say "Oh, Laura, how healthy of you!," I must also add that there's a side of chips and queso with that salad. This will be the laziest afternoon I've had in quite a while.