The Road to Chicago Series
After a very scenic 18 miles on Saturday, yet another new mileage milestone has been hit.
Y’all, I ran 44 miles this week 🏃🏻♀️
44-freaking miles!!
True to form, I finished that long run, walked back to my car, and the tears came. Happy tears. Amazed tears. Proud tears.
I have come SO F’ING FAR from that post-heart attack hospital bed. I have pushed my body further than ever before this week and it has POWERED THROUGH💪🏻
I (thankfully) no longer worry it’ll let me down the way it did all those years ago, yet still when I accomplish a big training milestone I am amazed at what it has done for me.
I don’t have to do this. I get to do this❤️
That is something I do not take for granted because I remember all too well how quickly it got taken from me. So if the tears come, I welcome them (at the end of a run at least; no mid-run boo hoos) because they are a sign that I am truly living in that moment.
Yes, that 18-miler was hard, mile 14 in particular for some reason, but I did it.
I pushed through. And why is that?
Because I CAN.
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