Leading up to the long run, I made sure the day before and day of I was adequately hydrated. I know from past experience that if I am not hydrated, my runs suffer.
Friday afternoon, knowing that I had at least an hour of running ahead of me, I ended work early. Strapped on my shoes and got comfy for my longest run ever.
Now that I am running in the cold, something I am getting used to, I knew the first two miles may be tough. I was right. As usual it took me about two miles to get warmed up which means for those two miles I was tight, uncomfortable and not yet settled, and my shins hurt. BUT! Around 2.5 miles I found my rhythm and the shin pain subsided. I felt good. I ran faster. When RunKeeper (the app I use to track my running) said I reached 6 miles, I fist bumped the air and found a surge of energy within me. This wasn't so bad, really. So I kept running for another half mile.
I ran 6.5 miles on Friday.
Go Me! I was/am so proud of myself. It's good to set a goal for myself and attain it - no matter how much or how long it took. On Friday, I exceeded my goal.
This running/training thing is doing me good. I like this.