So yesterday morning while most of you were probably still snoring and drooling on your pillows, Brigham and I went out with our little running group and ran TWENTY MILES! Yes, we did it! It took us 3 hours and 20 minutes, but we did it. The last couple of miles were pretty painful, I must confess, but for the first time I can actually imagine myself running a marathon. Do ya'll know just how far twenty miles is? The next time you're driving a decent distance, restart your little trip odometer and notice how far it truly is. Then you'll know how amazing (or completely insane) we are!
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I think you just might be able to do it.. But don't kill yourself trying.
You have my respect at your abilities. Yes, steve has shown me how far a marathon is while we were driving. It's a LONG way. R-E-S-P-E-C-T