8 miles

HELL YA!!!!!!!!
That is the best way to sum it up. I just kept saying that (out loud) to myself as I was on the downhill slide. I only got one honk today. I waved back. I think it was my bright hunter orange shirt that he liked.
Once again, here's the mile by mile thoughts.
Mile 1 was okay. It was just through the neighborhood. "Look, it's my teacher." J/K I only passed 2 students. I ran fast so they wouldn't recognize me. Yeah right.
Mile 2 - I was already bored of my podcasts. It's a little lonely out there with no one to run with. I had to do a little off road running. Just because the road is closed to cars does not stop me. Granted I ended up in a small field surround by tractors. I was just getting started though, no need to be discouraged.
Mile 3&4 - More uphills. I don't have the energy to run. I'm running really slow. I decide it's time for GU energy. I'm also completely frustrated holding my water bottle. Urghh. My water belt is on it's way from Amazon as I type :) This is always when I question why in the heck am I running. "Why do people CHOOSE to do such a horrible thing? Why am I doing this? It's hot out here. I'm sweating so much my sunglasses are fogging up."
AND THEN....around mile 4.5 the energy kicks in and I start the downhill descent. YIPPIE!!! I don't even look back. My body doesn't even remember the last hellacious hour. I'm like a spring chicken in my groove running home. Music is good, pace is good, weather is perfect. I'm all out of water so I tie that bad boy around my waist, freeing up my hands. I think about stopping at the fast food places I pass to get some more but that would mean messing up my groove.
Mile 6 - I think that if that young kid is out there next week holding the sign for people to stop by and see the new homes, I'm going to give him $5. He was there last week too. This is also when I start saying the "Hell Ya" I'm doing it. I'm kicking butt.
Mile 7 was EASY! It was my fastest mile. Why? I have no clue. Well, maybe. It was really downhill. Maverick is the happiest sight in Herriman. Once I saw that, I knew I was done. I ran for it. Then speedy dude passed me. Now I have someone to chase after. (Not literally people) I try to keep his pace. This gets me running a little faster for about 2 minutes. Okay maybe one. All I see are his calves in the distance.
8 miles done! I rock!
So now how do I recover from such a run so I won't be sore tomorrow? An ice cold bath on my legs. Yeah, the running was easier than that torture.
I think I will go eat some Girl Scout cookies now. I think I burned a few calories to justify that. Plus, quite frankly, I deserve it!
I might sound cocky but in reality I'm humbled beyond anything. I am thankful everyday for what my body puts up with.
Run on, rock on!!