well, it was better than i thought…mostly. i was able to maintain 9:30 & under for the first 10. i was not pain-free, by any means, but it wasn’t an “uh-oh” pain, it truly just felt like i was finally in good for me shoes & my legs & feet were still a little pissed off. for the next 10, while i was able to hover around 9:00 per mile, i was not able to maintain 8:34 for long stretches – long enough to count where it counts – for the long run. that’s okay. cuz i started & i finished and i gave God all the glory and i rejoiced in my ability and in His faith in me. i was hoping for more, but thrilled with the outcome. i’m not down for the count yet. i have another couple of pretty long runs so i’m going to take extra-good care of myself in the interim & see what happens. i really feel like the shoes will help a LOT. after the run? I was SORE. went straight to the pool with a bottle of sparkling water. took a shower & had a great hamburger/fries/beer with my son. went straight home & put my legs up till it was time to plug back into mommy-hood when school let out. today, i can tell i ran far & hard, and i relish in the aches. i can’t help it. i think a little pain helps us know we are alive. we are human. we push. we struggle. we rage. we hurt. makes me feel alive. i love that. i really love that. peace.