Fourteen miles for the fourteenth day of the month. Good fourteenth. The miles were slow. Ran with Kelly, Wendy, Deb, and Connie (food poison Connie). Just ran around the streets of Highland/Alpine. Was actually a nice for a run. I did a few run ahead and came back to the group. We were headed on the final point two five miles and I saw that I wouldn't get eleven miles for the day I decided to turn around and head out again. Ask Kelly to pick me up when she was done. Told her that I would go to this one street and run down it, and that is where I figured she would catch up with me. I thought I would add a mile maybe one and a half. But ended up with more than three. Those last three were a BIG struggle. I kept hitting what I call mini walls. I would find myself thinking of nothing except STOP and my body would obey. So then I would have to really tell myself to ignore the tired feeling and GO. I would go for awhile and then STOP, ugh! After the third time of this I started asking myself, self, why are you having a hard time with this? You have run this far before, you have run faster than this, you have run up hills steeper and longer than this, you have been way more tired than this, so why is it being so hard? I couldn't figure it out. Then it hit me, USUALLY I have a set place that I'm running to. Run down there and back, run around this track until you hit x mile, run that loop.......at this particular time I was running up and down this street, with no final spot/distance/time to hit. I was just running until Kelly got there to pick me up and I didn't know when that would be. Very weird little mind game. About three or four minutes later Kelly pulled up, I was at thirteen point nine four miles, so I decided that I would not quit until I got the next mile. Phew! Sorry for the long boaring write up! Hope everyone had a good Valentines Day! | 