Mile 6.2 and counting

Crossed the finish line at 7:04am this morning and I’m pretty sure my legs forgot how to work properly.

Mile 6.2 and counting

Carmen and I actually did it - our first 10K, after three months of getting up at ungodly hours to run around campus together. The race started at 6:30 and honestly the first few miles felt like we were still asleep, but somewhere around mile 4 we both hit this weird groove where we stopped complaining about the early start time.

The last half mile was brutal but Carmen kept pace with me even though I know she could have sprinted ahead.

Post-race recovery mode.

We’re both sitting here trying to remember how to bend our knees without wincing, sharing this tiny water bottle because we forgot to bring more than one. My time was nothing to write home about but I don’t even care - we finished what we started back in March when this whole 10K thing seemed completely impossible.

Now we’re debating whether to celebrate with pancakes or just go home and sleep until noon. Probably both, honestly. Carmen’s already talking about maybe trying a half marathon next year but right now I can barely think past getting back to my dorm room. Sometimes the best victories are the ones that leave you completely wiped out.