6.5 hours ago I finished running 9.5 miles. Upon my return I said to my dear husband (before telling him how far I had made it), “I want you to tell me how cool I am, how amazed you are, how you can’t believe I could do it AND how you always knew I could. I want shock and awe here!” I was pretty high. It was indeed a perfect day for running – sunny but not too warm, breezy but not to cool and I wanted to take advantage of that. I really didn’t know I could jump from 5.8 to 9.5 (and I admit, right now my legs are a little stiff) but now I know I’m in the race. How much harder could 4 more miles be? Right?