I have been dying to run the remaining 4.5 miles since after the half marathon on Saturday. But I didn't because my ankles and knee were still kinda sore. But I was literally DYING to run these 4.5 miles. DYING to run. Yeah. DYING to run. That 4.5-miler was on my mind when I go to sleep, when I wake up, when I shower, when I drive, when I eat, when I was typing reports. I was planning on logging those miles in during lunch today, but decided to go eat lunch with two co-workers that I recently got assigned to work with. They invited me and I kinda had to say yes so we can kinda "bond" and establish a healthy, good working relationship. And yes, I thought about those 4.5 miles the whole time I was having lunch.
Five p.m. couldn't come soon enough. And thank goodness it did. I hopped onto the treadmill and took the run slow. I was planning on doing a semi-speed interval thing, but my knee was kinda funky and my ankles were still sore. So I decided to be smart and take it slow and easy. It took a long while, but it was done!
I have this 500 miles song sung to this lyrics the entire time I was running:
When I wake up, yeah I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the girl who's ready for a run.
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the girl who's running along with you.
And I would run 1,000 miles, and I would run a thousand more.
Just to be the girl that runs a thousand miles and falls down at her door.
I'm ready for another 1,000 miles and more!!!