Coming Closer

Monday: Speed workout. 11 400's at 90 seconds, 60 second recovery b/w each. 12 minute cooldown.

-workout was good. did the reps at provo high while the summer football team did drills on the field. Ninnies. Worked on my stride, felt so fast. Hit 90, 85, 85, 86, 84, 84, 84, 85, 87, 84, 72.

Tuesday: 8 miles easy/weights

-8 miles in the tree streets. Planks after, weight room. Don't really like it there, but it was fun

Wednesday: 6 miles

-6 miles, not bad. Remember when I wanted to run so much i would think 3 miles was a walk in the park? I think I made it

Thursday: Threshold (3 miles)

-Not as bad as I thought it would be. I ran down 900 to the cemetery and back. SO HOT! But i felt like a beast.

Friday: 4 miles easy, prepare for long run

-I wonder if I should've gone longer

Saturday: 20 miles long

-20 MILES!! TWENTY! I've never run so far in my life! BUT IT FELT GREAT!



And so the summer went. Week after week, run after run. The only thing bigger than the number of miles I ran was my calves that ran them. I sometimes forgot to eat because I would got straight from class to run then back to work after, but I never regretted missing a meal because of the runs I had. Sunrise runs. Sunset runs. Heat like Hell afternoon runs. Short runs. Long runs. Fast runs. Faster runs. I'm-running-a-marathon-at-the-end-of-all-this-and-freak-I-can't-wait runs.

I was coming into the front of the Regency lawn and down the steps that lead to our apartment at the end of a 23 mile run. The longest I had ever done or would do before the marathon. I stumbled down the steps just in time to run into Rachel and Chelsea as they were leaving our house to get their laundry.

"KRIS!!!" They shouted my name in unison, waving their arms and beaming. "How was it!!? Did you really go 23 miles!!?"

I didn't stop running becuase I knew if I did my little legs would collapse under me. But as I ran by, I squeaked out a response and smiled.

"I really did, you guys! I ran 23 miles. I'm going to run a marathon!"