Today I ran ten miles.
The furthest I’ve ever run in my life.
Without stopping.
Without bribes.
Without being chased by a bear.
Without dying of a myocardial infarction.
And most surprising of all…without swearing that I’d never do it again.
So Kristie convinced me that I needed to do a 10 mile run before the 13.1 mile half marathon this Saturday. I tried my best to convince her that I’d rather have one day of double-misery than two days of normal misery, but she wouldn’t let me off the hook. The trail we picked was absolutely gorgeous. It took us 5 miles up Provo Canyon on the bike/jogger trail and then 5 miles back down. The fresh air, mountain backdrop and sunny skies were about as ideal as I could have imagined. On the way up we got a great view of Bridal Veil Falls.
Kristie used her Nike Plus to monitor our pace and distance…it’s a pretty sweet little device. She’s logged over 215 miles with it since I bought it for her as a Christmas present. We did the math yesterday, and figure that she’s run about 3,200 miles in the last four years. That’s about the length of the United States from coast to coast. Pretty cool, huh?!
To be honest, the run wasn’t all that tough. I think I’ll be okay on Saturday, which is a big relief. I just hope Kristie doesn’t lap me.




