15K... done!

I just got back from my 15K run.  I clocked in at 01:56:35.  Without an inkling of how badly that pro'ly sounds to a lot of the runners, I am simply happy to have done the mileage.  Prior to running 15, I would always get stuck at 11 or 12K.  I hated the doomsday feeling.

I did it, but I'm tired- make that, hell-a** tired.  It's only half ten, brunch time Sunday and I am back in the comforts of my room, happily lazy with nothing in mind but the run I just did.

I've a half marathon next Sunday.  I really suffered two weeks prior by having too much to drink at a couple friend's wedding.  I've the annoying habit of drinking a lot when I'm nervous.  Big crowds make me nervous and the groom in his startlingly happy display of love and affection made it easy to go overboard.  Oh nuff said and lesson learned, must avoid excesses. (Doesn't that sound so Bridget Jones right there?)

Who'd have thought that I could ever clean up my act?  The days of wine and merry now behind me.

I'm happy with the way things are now.  I'm still a work in progress but I'm getting closer and closer.

I feel it coming.