15

Last week we ran our 15-miler out toward Hopkinton. I started strong, and although I kept waiting for fatigue to hit me, I kept outrunning it. It was cold and windy, and when we turned around right at the Framingham town line (we finally hit it!), I was so excited for the wind to be at my back. I was pretty sore and tired when we got to Natick at about mile 10, but continued on strong into Wellesley...when the pain really hit. I had 12 great miles that day, and 3 of the worst ever. I was tired, I was cold, my calves were cramping, and I was completely miserable. I couldn't imagine running 11 more after that. I was frustrated also, because I never got to celebrate the 12 great ones that I did run...or maybe I had just gone out too fast. In any case, I finished 15 faster than I had finished the 14 the week before, so all in all not too bad.