I was supposed to run 2.5 miles, but I ran 7. The idea came into my head and I pushed it to the back of my mind.
"You don't want to over train or injure yourself."
But it just kept nagging.
So I figured, "Fine, maybe I'll run 3 miles if I feel good enough."
And then three became four, and four became five, and then I was cooling down after a seven mile run.
I ran it in 1:45:40 or 15:07 per mile. On my only other seven mile run on May 21st, I ran it at 1:43:20, but I'd also been training for two months, and I'd been pushing myself. This time, it was a "Oh, okay I feel good enough let's keep going."
Afterwards, I was tiredish, but it was still more of a "I just had a good work out tired," than a "OMG must collapse" tired. And as usual, the feeling of pride at what I had accomplished outweighed any other feeling.
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