Hare today, Philly in 22 weeks (or bust)

Chronicling the training for my first marathon in Philadelphia Nov. 22.

I have some catching up to do…

But first: I ran 6 miles today! Outside! In the sun!

And I only partially feel like I want to die. Mostly the part of me right underneath my feet. Ouch, it burns.

But I can’t believe it. I’m choosing not to think about how this is only a fraction of my final distance, not even a quarter of it. I’m choosing to be proud of myself for 6 miles.

And for fitting it in today so I can go fully enjoy a friend’s band’s concert tonight, volunteering in Brooklyn tomorrow and a friend’s birthday party tomorrow night.

Cross it off the list. With a fucking curly Q at the end.