7 miler

 

Ran 7 miles for the first time on Friday. This was my first step toward running the Capital City Half Marathon in Columbus in April. 

About four miles into it, I had a thought that "if this was a half marathon, I would still have nine miles to go." 

Really wanting to cross that finish line. 

Also, Jenna hates the new jeans I bought at Old Navy. They are the smallest jeans I have worn since I was 17.

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