Holy Shit! Amanda and I did our 10-mile run this morning at our training pace of 10:20/mile. And...we were able to maintain a conversation on all but the hilly parts of the course.
I still cannot process that we were running for almost an hour and forty-five minutes...what I CAN process is that we are rock stars!
A hot shower, some Ben Gay, a couple of Motrin and a nap later -- I'm actually feeling okay. (Although I may claim delirium when mocked about the Barry Manilow headline for this post.)