Ran with a group this morning.  I was told we’d do eight miles, and I knew the group would likely run a faster pace than I normally maintain when running by myself.  But I figured I’d push myself a little bit.  When we all met up at the circle, Brandon said “aw hell with it, lets do ten today”.  A little part of me died right there.  But I pushed on, running far faster and further than I ever thought I would. The last 1-2 miles, I was literally breaking down, but I forced myself to keep putting one foot ahead.  Just keep running.  Ignore everything else.

Then when plotting it out on gmap-pedometer, turns out we didn’t even do ten.  We did eleven!

Today’s route: 11.04 miles, 1hr 35min.