ten miles

i think i have a disease. every time i finish a race i get this amazing adrenaline rush and go sign up for another race down the road. for some reason i forget all the training and miles involved. this morning i got up and set out on a run--a 10 mile run. who does that? in order to be somewhat ready for the moab half marathon in 2 weeks i had to run at least 10 miles to feel gooad about life. the first and last miles are always the hardest for me, trying to talk myself into not stopping to walk. luckily, today i succeeded in that battle and will hopefully be "ready" to run the 13.1 in two weeks with my dad.

{that's me on the left with the sunglasses...in my dreams}