I RAN 20 MILES TODAY.

It was hard, but it was great. And it's the farthest I have to go until the real thing (which is just three weeks away!!) I didn't stop to walk, although I did stop to pee at mile 8. Damn walnut-sized bladder of mine.

I feel pretty good right now, aside from a few aches and pains which I think are normal. The weirdest thing is that I am feeling very weepy. I don't know if this has to do with being physically exhausted? I'm standing at the sink washing up some dishes. Bean is here so I have on the Disney channel and that movie "Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey" is on. It's the one about the cat and two dogs that travel miles to be reunited with their family.

And I am absolutely SOBBING through most of it, snot running down my nose into the dishpan. And I'm trying to look like I'm not crying, cause I don't wanna freak out my nephew. So I'm gasping and fake-laughing and scaring him even more.

It's wonderful to feel this much. It's like my senses wanna explode.

This is why I run.