Today I ran farther than I've ever run in my whole life: 14.46 miles, to be precise. And every Saturday from here on out--except for the third-week stepbacks when I slightly reduce the distance to gear up for the next push--I'll be setting a new record for myself.
I'm a bit tired. My appetite's a bit off. (I'm really hungry but have had a taste for virtually nothing all day.) And I'm a bit cranky, realizing that I still have to finish up that stupid ab challenge I committed to. But mostly I'm feeling accomplished.
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