I don't know how much more of this childlessness I can take. Scott and I went out for dinner Thursday (po' boys), Friday (Mortons, but I had tuna), Saturday (also fancy and delicious), and tonight! My stomach can't take it anymore.

Last night at the restaurant, we ran into a running friend who agreed to meet me 4 miles into my 12 miler this morning. I called her when I got to the trail and she met me down the trail 40 minutes later. We ran two out and two back together then I ran the remaining 4 back to my car alone. Very nice. As I was running, I thought about getting my body adjusted to the feeling of moving. I think I used to run long runs in slow motion. Like when I ski -- I'm afraid of the feeling of going fast. I grew up in the '70s and my family was not an active and athletic family. I never participated in sports and being a girl, I was never encouraged to join a team. Not that there were any girls teams to join. So, the feeling of really pushing my body to do something is new to me. I don't know yet what I am capable of. Anyway, I didn't exactly try to make my long run slow. But it must have been the right pace because it didn't change significantly for the four miles I ran with a friend. We were able to easily converse the entire time and that's the test, right?

Mile 1 9:54
Mile 2 9:45
Mile 3 10:08
Mile 4 10:06
Mile 5 10:11
Mile 6 10:07
Mile 7 11:02
Mile 8 10:25
Mile 9 9:51
Mile 10 10:02
Mile 11 10:51
Mile 12 10:11

WTD: 29
YTD: 680:09