10 miles today. it felt great; it was way cold, though. hearing the crunch of leaves under my feet was strangely peaceful. felt a little guilty that i only did 10 miles. i mean, really, i've got a marathon is about 10 weeks and i only did 10 miles today. i feel like i'm wasting time or faking it until i get found out. but i still can't shake the feeling that i kinda enjoy it. no, i don't enjoy the stress of worrying about disney in january, but i do enjoy listening to my feet hit the pavement at perfectly paced intervals ("is it really my feet taking me from start to finish?"). sometimes i keep waiting to "wake up" from this dream and realize that i'm still that frumpy 45 year old who can barely move her body (and if anyone is reading this, i'm not really looking for encouragement, these are just my brain droppings).
there is a deep fear that i'm really not doing this and when 1/9 comes round, i'll be paralyzed with that fear, but for today, i press on!
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