The longest run in the history of Erin...

I read a book about eight weeks ago called The Non-Runners Guide to Running a Marathon for Women. It rocked my world. I started training right away and appreciated how honest the author was. My favorite part (because I am a nerd) was the training calendar. I work best when someone just tells me exactly what to do and a calendar with minutes and miles on it was right up my alley. I could just imagine crossing the days off with my rainbow assortment of Sharpies (and it is all I hoped it would be.) When I first looked at the calendar, the thing that I couldn't get over was that at some point in the near future, I was going to run for 115 minutes. Really, that is just a fancy way of saying two hours. 115 minutes! Scary scary scary! It was even scarier than the 22 miles that come up in a few months because at that point I figure I will be so far off the deep end, it will no longer matter. I will just be some crazy lady waddling down the path for hours on end.

Well, I did it. I ran for 115 minutes ( a lil over 10 miles.) I can't walk today, but I am feeling pretty bad ass none-the-less.  Two hours is a LONG time to be alone with your own thoughts. Yikes.

The worst part was running by Claim Jumper, McDonalds, and freaking Outback...the blooming onions could be smelt from miles around and it was barf inducing the entire time. I also don't like running over dead animals. That part is kind of lame. I also hate it when my ipod craps out on my with like 40 minutes to go. So cruel. I also hate it when short little women speed by me with their stupid dogs. But I love running, I really do.