...begins with a single step. Confessions of a long distance running addict and former Fatty McFatterson.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Ok, so 6 miles is still a "short" run right?
This is my 6 miler. I was going to do just 3-4 miles, but I felt so good and my legs wanted to keep going so I did 6 miles. Plus, if I just do 4 miles it skips my favorite part of the run, the huge hill. Up and back. It was cold out, according to weather channel in the teens but feels like single digits, but I must have layered just right because it didn't feel like single digits at all. The sun was bright and beautiful and there was only a little wind on the way back. It felt great. Now I need some lunch. My tummy is rumbling. I'm thinking either pizza or leftover chicken curry. Maybe even BOTH.
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