Today I officially survived my first week of half marathon training by completing a (very enjoyable actually) ten mile run. This is the farthest I've ever run in my whole life ever, and I'll be running even further next weekend. I'm swelling with both pride and sore leg muscles.
Well, after our run, we went to go see Nicole's dad's team since they were racing at a meet down the street from where we were. Obviously, with a father who's coached her whole life, Nicole is an experienced running person who has participated and been around stuff like this since forever. This is all still quite a spectacle to me though since I was too busy falling off of skateboards and being in bad punk bands in high school to even consider joining a sports team. Now that my obsessive compulsiveness has targeted running, I kind of wish that I had started earlier so I would be better at it now. Really though, I probably would have looked like this sad scrawny kid running though the mud and crying. I had no idea how dirty cross country running is. If Nicole made me run here today I would literally be crying mud.
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