Defeating the beast: longest run of my life

The first time I went for a run outside without a coach forcing me too was in 7th grade. My brother was coming off his senior year track season and convinced me to go for a “short run.” I made it two blocks, not even a half mile, before I said forget it, and walked home.

That girl would not believe that I ran (and walked) 12 miles on Sunday. This not only marks my longest run, my furthest run, and my most painful run, but also my last long run before I yet again go further than ever before and finish 13.1 on race day. With all of my training, this run almost got me to 50 miles in a month, another first.