13.1 miles

Suzanne, Jorelle, me

Well, Jorelle really wanted to train for a half-marathon.  We didn't sign up for one because it's kind of pricey, but she still wanted to run it.  Today Suzanne, Jorelle and I ran 11 miles.  My poor aching body!  We weren't nutritionally prepared as we were dreaming of goo and gatorade.  Thank goodness Jorelle was motivating us all the way through, even though I didn't show my appreciating to her at times.  After that, I decided an hour later to just run 2 more miles and get it over with.  I then looked up that a half marathon was 13.1 miles, so for that last 0.1 mile, I decided to trot to the end of the block and back with naked Elena in my arms.  She insisted.  Victory!  Don't call me next Saturday to run 12, cause I'm done.

I decided that running long distances is not my thing.  I'm going to stick to triathlons--much more pleasant!  I don't care if you don't think so, but I accomplished my half-marathon in this life, and that is that.