12 MILES. The body remembers how 12 miles feels- once you get past say mile 9.
You realize that you don't really control the movement or the body after mile 9- it just goes.
It just goes with hopes that you (the crazy brain that set out to conquer 12 miles today)
will somehow we happy and content for a day or two - once you return to the car.
It was a long slow run. Started at 9:40ish and finished at about 11:50am.
Set out water and goo.. on the course.. at mile 6. A car ran it over.. or maybe a bird took a tossle with it- not sure.. had to suck the goo.. in between the pieces of gravel that were "one" with the goo packet. Lovely. But did it. Done. Tommorrow- Rest day. Thank heavens.
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