Who knew it would be a weekend of mother-daughter PRs?
Saturday morning Kelly and I met on the trail for our weekend long run. She had 11 on the schedule and I had 12. We took off at our own paces. It was perfect running weather–cool and crisp. I wanted to do this run a little faster than normal, and somewhere in the second mile I decided to really push this one for time and go for the whole 13.1. I just had a feeling I could do it today. The last two miles were pretty hard. No water, no fuel. Yet somehow all the stars aligned.
What was supposed to be long slow distance turned into killing it.
Does it count as a PR if it occurs on a training run and not an official race?
Whatever, I’m claiming it.
42.1 miles total for the week.