9.8

I thought I went further than that but when I clocked it tonight it was almost exactly 9.8 miles.

My mind was telling me I could go further, my breathing was telling me I could go further, but my legs were yelling stop for the last couple of miles.

I was heading down Lake Street (mile8ish) thinking that my breathing was steady and my pace felt good, that I could kick it up a couple notches but I didn't want to over extend myself when I still had 2 miles left. Then a big friggin dog jumped up on its wobbly fence and I booked it outta there. Barely caught my heart and threw it back in the ol chest before I killed over.

Damn people and their damn dogs. It was like a grotesque looking chow/monster dog mix. Scared the living heck right out of me. I know he could have jumped that dang fence in a hurry if he wanted to. I used to be a dog lover. I am turning into more of a hater these days.

Anyway, work went well after the run and I was pretty glad to get it done and over with. Two more long runs left and then the big day of 13 on the 1oth.